Futuristic Chef Transmigrated As Mother

As soon as Xiaoguo arrived at the door of the inn, she found that everyone seemed to be busy.

Usually, the police at the station can rest for a while, but at this moment, they can't wait to grow four legs.

As for the usually quiet station, now there are various types of carriages parked at the entrance and inside.

Everyone in the post office had beads of sweat hanging from their tired foreheads. It was clearly the weather, but looking at their hot air, they thought it was a hot summer.

avoid crowds,

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