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Walking up behind Song Weiyi, the rice grains in the pot atop the stove bubbled continuously, translucent and mixed with a meaty aroma.
"Even though you woke up, you should have stayed lazing in bed. Look at those two, just sitting in the dining room waiting to be fed," Pei Yibai said with a cold huff, expressing his disdain.
"Alright, alright, I got it, have you brushed your teeth?" Song Weiyi responded and asked at the same time.
Pei Yibai replied that he had, "Want to check?"
Immediately after, he pulled Song Weiyi around to face each other.
"Check? If you brushed, you brushed, what's there to check?" Song Weiyi said, mystified and laughing in response.
"You'll know the taste if you try it..."
"I don't want to try, it's gross with morning breath," Song Weiyi blurted out, cutting him off mid-sentence with a startle.
He had a history of this particular crime, and he couldn't afford to make that mistake again.
