Futuristic Chef Transmigrated As Mother

The first ray of sunshine in the morning shines on the barren and dry earth.

In the pitch-dark room, a thin figure was struggling to stand up, raising his dry hands to cover the shabby little man sleeping beside him with a worn quilt.

He walked out the door softly and walked towards the kitchen.

Looking at the few grains of rice in the rice jar, Xiaoguo was in trouble. The family's only money was spent on the funeral for her mother-in-law, and now she is really stretched.

put rice

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