C72 Gentle Two Village Heads?

He walked slowly into the kitchen, busying himself with the fire.

Qi Zhenzhen felt a slight pain in her body and reluctantly endured it. One of them was holding a spoon and the other was burning the fire. The atmosphere could not be more appropriate.

"Fire harder!"

"Aiya, it is smaller. . . "

Under the golden halo, the clear voice of a woman was floating in the small kitchen