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"Pah." Tong Qing slammed her phone on the table. Fu Chijing asked, "You're not going to watch it?" "I'm hungry," she said, pursing her lips. "I made porridge. I'll go wash up first." "Okay." Tong Qing nodded and immediately got out of bed. The seafood porridge was soft and delicious. Tong Qing couldn't help drinking a few bowls in a row. By the time she reached school