"You don't have to cook in the kitchen. Let's go back to our room..."
"What's this?"
Jiang Ruoqi blinked, her puzzled gaze fixed on Meng Shang. She clearly had no idea what these things were for.
They were colorful with all sorts of patterns, a bit like paper tape for journaling, but the texture felt more like cloth.
So, what use were they?
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