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... ously sweet and the sound of pans colliding in a rhythm that could not, under any circumstances, be called cooking. He opened his eyes to find Zhu standing by his bedside, holding a wooden spoon like a spear.
"Up," she ordered. "The pancakes are attacking."
He arched a brow. "Or the cooks?"
She grinned. "Same thing."
By the time he entered the kitchen, the war had already begun. Yexin, hair unbound, was dusted in flour from head to toe like a ghost caught mid-fest ...
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