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Chen Shu silently finished putting on his pants, threw back the covers, and got out of bed. Without even folding the quilt, he headed downstairs.
He didn't spare her a glance.
Ning Qing's gaze followed him in silence.
Downstairs.
Plain congee and leftovers.
Xiaoxiao was already sitting at the table eating. Peach sat primly on the tabletop, still waiting for her owner.
Chen Shu shuffled in.
Xiaoxiao looked up at him.
"Morning, Brother-in-law."
"Morning, Xiaoxiao..."
Chen Shu had barely sat down when his temporary guardian appeared beside him. She pointed toward the bathroom, her expression cold.
"Go wash your face."
"..."
Chen Shu pushed himself up from the table with a helpless look and walked into the bathroom.
He turned on the tap.
After waiting a moment, Chen Shu bent over, cupped some warm water in his hands, and splashed it onto his face.
Then he sensed something was wrong.
He straightened and looked up—
The mirror reflected the doorway. A tall, graceful figure leaned against the frame, staring at him impassively. Then her gaze shifted to a towel on the rack to his right.
"..."
Chen Shu sighed again and took down the towel. What a hassle.
"And brush your teeth."
"It's more scientific to brush after eating. I'll just rinse my mouth first."
"I'll be checking afterward."
"..."
It felt as though she had discovered some strange new source of amusement.
How peculiar.
After washing his face, Chen Shu returned to the table with Qingqing. The congee in his bowl had cooled just enough. One look told him Qingqing had followed the rice cooker's instructions to the letter when adding the rice and water. Its consistency was perfectly standard.
"What's for lunch?"
"Delivery."
"I thought you knew how to cook."
"I don't." Ning Qing glanced at