Futuristic Chef Transmigrated As Mother

I don't know how strong Jiang Danhe is.

Xiaoguo squatted beside the gate and silently gestured at the broken place in the shape of footprints on it. This is a wooden gate. How strong he is...

I tried to lift it up to restore it, but it was all in vain. The door frame was already crooked.

I went back to the kitchen to wash my hands, and I was ready to cook. I would eat it early and late, and it didn't matter if I had dinner earlier.

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