Breakfast for Safo people starts with a cup of black coffee and ends with a half-leaf of lettuce.
With a rumbling stomach, Li Mumu rummaged through the kitchen at Wendy's place and found half a pound of oatmeal that looked a bit moldy.
It seemed inedible.
[You recalled that Wendy never cooked and even often mooched meals and drinks at your place.]
[You remembered the taboo in this household—never try any food she cooks by herself, except for coffee and tea.]
[The taboo list is updated, now even tea should be avoided.]
"Shall we go out for breakfast?"
"Sure!"
Wendy, with a coffee pot in her left hand and a surgical knife in her right, didn't feel guilty about her harmful actions for even a moment, and immediately agreed to Li Mumu's suggestion.
[Since her parents divorced, she had been living alone in this apartment, neither doing household chores nor cooking, with an introverted personality and antisocial tendencies.]
