As a good student and a good girl growing up in modern society, I can carry dishes, wash dishes, make up lessons for others, and fight in groups. . . Even if he eventually dies suddenly from overwork, isn't this God's mercy, and he comes back to life again. But I can't carry it with my shoulders or lift it with my hands. What's it like to cook to fill my stomach and almost burn down the house? Mo Yang: Ever since I came back to life, I have become a worthless waste(┬＿┬)