Futuristic Chef Transmigrated As Mother

Because Confucius had bad legs and feet, Shao Zhan specifically approved that he could take a rickshaw to enter and exit the palace, but it was not easy to park the sedan chair outside the study hall, so it could only be placed at another entrance.

Jiang Shanhe walked slowly with the help of Confucius, "Master, I heard that after the spring, you will be returning to your hometown. If you need help, feel free to speak up."

"That's good. With the general's words, the old man feels very at ease."

Confucius burst out laughing, listening to Jiang Danhe

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