Song Ran opened her eyes. She was in a barren mountain with a small dumpling made of pink and jade in her arms. The pocket was cleaner than her face.
No memory? Okay, I'll raise this cub! Who made me his "mother"!
At the end of the road? Don't be afraid! Bite! Food business system binding!
From then on, the cold-faced secret guard transformed into the God of Cooking boss lady!
Roadside stall → small restaurant → the most popular place to check in in Beijing! Earn a lot of money and raise your little one fat and white.
It's just... Who are you, this handsome prince who comes to support you every day and whose eyes are getting more and more strange?
And that big brother in yellow robe who paid a private visit incognito and shed tears looking at Zai Zai... Don't cry!
When the royal guards kneel all over the backyard of the shop, when the Nine-Five-year-old is taking care of the children in the shop every day...
Song Ran was stunned: Wait! Am I not a child? This script is wrong!
The little dumpling in his arms blinked: Mom, that dragon chair seems not as comfortable as the bench in our restaurant?
#What about farming, raising children and becoming rich as promised? Why did you keep it and raise it back to the palace? ! #
