Futuristic Chef Transmigrated As Mother

As Mrs. Kong asked, she walked slowly, not because she didn't want to go faster, but because her body didn't allow it. This was her fastest speed.

"It's me, Zhuangzhuang is back~"

Zhuangzhuang put his ear to the door, listened to the movement inside, and then shouted happily.

As soon as Mrs. Kong heard Zhuang Zhuang's voice, she was instantly excited, and her slow pace just now burst into speed.

The same is true for Confucius lying on the rocking chair.

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