The old lady looked at this vicious woman, and the thought of her son cooking in the small kitchen made her feel as uncomfortable as being pricked by a needle.

Finally couldn't help it, got up from the sofa, scolded the next person, and walked to the small kitchen:

"A group of rice buckets, you have to wait for the big handsome to cook, and I will choke you all to death after a while!"

I went to the small kitchen and looked at my son's ......

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