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Categories: words and feelings
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When other people cross over, they are all princesses, but Xia Ziyang is still a cook, just like in her previous life. Other people cross over, are rice to open their mouths and clothes to stretch their hands, Xia Ziyang is rolled up her sleeves to cook, and found that there is no oil. Rice? No. Vegetables? No. To summarize, there was nothing! Xia Ziyang looked up to the sky and laughed, which is exactly what I wanted! Look at my little cook, she carves lovebirds with her knife, and makes delicacies with a handful of wild vegetables! I can make money! I can build a house...