The middle-aged woman finished speaking and left silently. She hadn't expressly come to trouble Xu Jinglan; her daughter had suffered such humiliation that she'd lost all face and spirit and temporarily had no desire to attend school. She could only take a leave of absence and wait until she had recovered before returning.
She was simply very curious about who could have caused Yu Yu to fall so terribly.
The hospital room fell into silence as Xu Jinglan slightly narrowed her eyes, pondering something unknown.
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Lin Fu was impressed by the kitchen gadgets of the interstellar era, so much so that even as someone who disliked housework, she was nearly falling in love with cooking. The kitchen was filled with an array of products: robots, small appliances—she spent half an hour just getting familiar with these things.
After that, it was easy.
She effortlessly made various kinds of cakes, and although Tiramisu required some extra effort, everything else was made carelessly.
