C895 Quiet Life
The sound of the kitchen knife chopping vegetables rang out nonstop, and the casserole of porridge was boiling. Ye Zixuan quickly lifted the lid of the casserole and stirred it non-stop. The small kitchen was filled with the fragrance of food.
Ye Zixuan couldn't help but smile as she smelled the pungent smell.
It had been several months since the last storm