C139 Guo Yi's Cooking

Guo Yi listened to Guo Zihua quietly and sat on the chair on the balcony. Her face was pale white, as she looked into the distance, slightly narrowing her eyes.

The cold wind blew. The day after the typhoon landing, which was reported for the weather forecast last night, had immediately turned gray as waves of bone-piercing cold wind blew past. Guo Yi, however