[ Her lips quirk into a smile at that small bow. She is truly a vain woman, her past hunger having only fed her arrogance, sharpened her taste for every scrap of respect. But for all her fineries, she lacks refinement. Now she reaches for that bowl in his hand, taking it from him before it's even offered. The spoon she grabs for herself too, stirring the soup slowly to let it cool first. ]
Xingchen. [ She mimics his tones, not quite getting it right. ] Are you the cook here?
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Xingchen. [ She mimics his tones, not quite getting it right. ] Are you the cook here?