Zhang Hong looked around, didn't see Liu Zixuan, and according to the direction where the fragrance wafted from, she made shredded chicken porridge on a whim. Rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and couldn't help but say, saving a lot of heart.

Liu Zixuan quietly took out a plate of sour and hot shredded potatoes and sat down.

And Zhang Hong couldn't wait to pick up a chopstick, but it was indifferent.

Liu Zixuan explained that this is the most critical reason for not cooking, and she has done it with Liu's father and mother a few times, and she can't help but give up.

Zhang Hong got up again and took out the seasoning box in the kitchen, carefully scooped a spoonful, stirred well, and put it down.

Liu Zixuan was absent-minded.

Zhang Hong was confused......

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