The water in the pot started boiling, and Phoebe was about to put the noodles in when the kitchen door was suddenly pushed open. A tall and straight figure stood at the doorway. "We haven't eaten either."

Phoebe's hand paused, "I'm boiling plain noodles, not fit for your refined palate. You can order takeout."

Theodore leaned against the door, his gaze faint. "Phoebe, don't be ungrateful."

Phoebe exerted force and the noodles broke into several pieces. She raised an eyebrow at Theodore, a provocation evident in her eyes. "So, I'm ungrateful. What can you do to me?" Theodore squinted, a cold smile appearing at the corner of his lips. "I see you've forgotten the consequences after three days of arrogance."@@novelbin@@

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