C155 You Don't Deserve to be Called My Aunt

At this moment. . .

Dr. Mu took off his white robe and replaced it with a dark grey apron. There were also two similar colored sleeves on the sleeves of his shirt.

He stood in front of the counter with a sharp kitchen knife in his hand. He was aiming at the vegetables in his hand.

His movements were not very fast, but they were not particularly clumsy.

He was tall and tall