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"Yves King, what's with that expression?" Faye Owen narrowed her eyes, a chill in her voice. "I've been kind to you, yet you not only have no gratitude, you even look at me with such disdain?"
Seeming to regain his composure, Yves King exhaled, "That was surprise, joy, and a sense of being blessed. My dear, have you noticed that you've been falling short? Do you want to actively fix your flaws? That's great, I can help. Bring the porridge over for me to taste, let me see how your cooking skills are."
"Never mind, I have lost interest now." Faye Owen crossed her arms, pouting slightly, "If you want it, go get it yourself."
"Alright, after all, this is the first time you've cooked anything other than instant noodles." Yves King chuckled, "I have to give you credit, don't I?" Saying this, he got up nimbly, entered the kitchen, and opened the simmering pot, a delicious aroma greeted him.
