Futuristic Chef Transmigrated As Mother

Zhuangzhuang allowed her to put clothes on herself, motionless, like a wooden man.

"I... saw the window opened and was about to close."

Zhuangzhuang looked at the other party's pitying eyes, his whole body was shocked, and he told a little lie in a milky voice.

Mrs. Kong didn't have any doubts, she nodded, and added a few pieces of coal to the brazier in his room before she stopped.

"Wait for your master tomorrow to see if the window is loose, it's not good in this big winter.

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