Futuristic Chef Transmigrated As Mother

It's also been a long time since there was no news of Xiaoyi. I had promised to contact him more, but I almost missed the appointment.

Back at home, Xiaoguo focused on the letter in her hand, and even Zhuangzhuang secretly ran out of the kitchen and came behind her without noticing.

"Mother, what are you looking at?"

Zhuangzhuang wiped his mouth and came to stand behind her.

Xiaoguo took a deep breath, the strong aroma of meat drifted into the air, sniffed carefully, but it didn't break.

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