C1617 Muslims Who Were Always Lying on the Ground

"By the way, where's your brother?"

Mo Xiaoxiao glanced at the door and saw that Shang Mingming was nowhere to be seen. He casually asked.

Mu Zitong threw himself onto Mo Xiaoxiao's weak bed and buried his face under the warm blanket before blurting out, "Big brother made a second one. Make good food for Big Brother Xiaoxiao."

"He wants to cook?"

Mo Xiaoxiao was shocked. Then