" Oh? Is my stomach that traitorous, o 'Champion Chef'? "
[ Though her witty humour remains intact, the exhaustion in Fu Xuan's eyes betrays her. It was one of ๐ฉ๐๐ค๐จ๐ days.. weeks, really. As such, a bite to eat - self-indulgence - couldn't be too bad, right? ]
๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ข๐ ๐๐ข๐ก๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฆ the atmosphere intensely. A decent morning breakfast she's been making for almost an hour.
Care for some rice porridge, ใ ๐๐ด๐ฐ๐ณ๐ด๐ ใ? All you need to do is ask for a bowl.