C180 Transverse Clade

"Mom, how much salt are you putting in here? Do we not need any of our salt?" Mu Xiaoyou resentfully glared at Su Cuiyu as she stood up to head to the kitchen to rinse her mouth.

Su Cuiyu's face changed slightly when she heard her words. It's over. Things are going to screw up.

"You made it?" Mu Anren asked with a calm tone