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Someone's making a restorative soup in the kitchen.
Wen Qing *should* be studying organic chemistry, but the notes of pork, ginger, and lotus root overwhelm her. Curiosity combines with hunger in a temptation even too strong for her to deny.
Irritated by her own frailty, she slams her textbook shut. Someone's cooking and they *know what they're doing*, and she thought she knew everyone with any kind of skill. She storms into the kitchen, mouth open to demand accountability—
"You," says the pretty woman with a ladle, "look like you could use some soup."
Wen Qing can't deny her anything.

kisahawklin Fri 30 May 2025 01:56AM UTC
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