Futuristic Chef Transmigrated As Mother

"Alas, sister-in-law, hold back, take a deep breath..."

Seeing her calm down, Xiaoguo was relieved. If she cried all the way, people would not know how to arrange it. As for the mouths of these eight women, if they were red, they would be yellow, and if they were alive, they would be dead.

"Zhuangzhuang, is my mother crying because of me?"

Xiaohu turned his head and asked Zhuangzhuang with red eyes. It was me who made my mother cry, and it was all my fault.

"Do not blame you."

"Who's to blame?" Xiaohuqi

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