In the early morning, a series of symphonies of pots and pans came from the kitchen, which woke up Xu Wuxin, who was sleeping soundly. He opened his eyes in a daze and walked toward the kitchen. The smell of rice when he opened the kitchen door made Wuxin wake up suddenly.
"Mom, why are you cooking so many delicious things so early in the morning?"
. . . The beginning of high school love