C231 Strands of Fragrance
"Crunch, crunch, crunch. . . " The rhythmic sound of cutting vegetables could be heard from the kitchen, and there was also a fragrance wafting out.
Zhou Hao, who was sitting on the sofa and watching the "6: 30 news report," suddenly had a warm feeling in his heart.
"Xiao Hao, it's time to eat. " Hai Qixun's voice came over