"Okay! I'll do it! But leave quickly. The fumes in the kitchen are not good for the baby in your stomach." Mrs. Brown pushed her out and closed the door.

Penelope touched her nose. She was bragging. How can she let him drink the chicken soup?

Err, a 34-year-old man is actually a picky eater.

Mrs. Brown carefully cooked the creamed chicken soup in the morning, and it was finally put into a vacuum flask.

"Are you going?"

"I can't sit still. I can't live here without doing anything." Penelope smiled and picked up the vacuum flask and thermal containers. She is wearing a warm jacket with a big white...