Futuristic Chef Transmigrated As Mother

Jiang Shanhe's handsome face flushed, embarrassed, he lifted his hand up, covering his entire face.

After a while, Jiang Danhe finally spoke.

"Zhuangzhuang, can you cook?"

"..." Zhuangzhuang blinked, "What are you talking about?"

"...never mind."

Jiang Danhe knew that he was right, so he stopped talking. He asked the little boy to serve Laozi for dinner, and he made people laugh when he said it.

After a period of lack of nutrition, the two of them

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