Futuristic Chef Transmigrated As Mother

"I'm leaving."

Jiang Danhe wiped his mouth with a handkerchief. Compared with Li Shouji, who was wiping his mouth with his sleeve, he was not a little bit more civilized.

"Why are you leaving so early?"

Li Shouji looked at Jiang Danhe, who was exceptionally energetic today, a little strange.

Jiang Shanhe didn't speak, just stretched his muscles and bones, and left first.

Yesterday, he deliberately rested for an hour early, and this morning he ate an extra bowl of rice and wore the same clothes.

The content of this chapter is being updated...