Futuristic Chef Transmigrated As Mother

"give it to me."

Jiang Danhe took Zhuangzhuang's small bag with one hand, picked up Xiaoguo's with the other, and took the lead in walking towards the ancestral hall.

Only a handsome and cool back was left.

Xiaoguo and Zhuangzhuang looked at each other silently.

? ? ? ?

"go in."

Xiaoguo held back her laughter, and led Zhuang Zhuang, who was also holding back her laughter, and followed them in.

Before she left yesterday, Xiaoguo put all the filial piety clothes and burning paper incense and so on.

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