"I won't eat porridge anymore" you sighed pouting as you looked at the back of your younger brother cooking in the kitchen. Because your health has not been good since childhood, when the seasons change, you will always have a fever.

Jeno sighed, his hand stirring the pot of bruised meat porridge as he replied to you with his usual pampering tone "If you don't eat porridge, what else can you eat? Your wisdom tooth is still waiting for you to get it extracted."