C437 Chinese Yuanzi Disease

Gently pushing open the kitchen door, Tang Chenghan was immediately attracted by the faint fragrance of the porridge. Looking at the dishes on the counter, he felt that his guess from waiting was right.

Tong Zimei was filling a bowl with porridge. After placing the porridge on the bar, she turned around and took out a piece of toast from the refrigerator.

When all the work was done