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Chapter 32: Persecution (Part 2)

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God drinks in the kitchen, gently pour the apple out of the basket and rinse into the sink. Although he was not part of his work, he did not have to help, but more than just assembling fruits when Antonio was injured.

Feisha who followed him in the hope of finding open to start the strangers of convincing – he Dea and Antonio are without harmony words when you work in the kitchen, he is to doubt his integrity plan It has become.

Most of the ugly ugly in their stories would like to end the “and they are happy,” not only those of tons, the original version was a beautiful sand of endings. For example, take a Little Mermaid. Her position in the sea was quite sweet and princess, but she had to go to the ground with this devil factory. Why was Joe warm? Because she does not love her, hot she’s not good. After all, she is a sea-bubble, history is gray, still called a happy end!

“What do you want to eat?”

Feisha focused the sound of the conversation. Unfortunately he logged in through Antonio.

“Well, do you have a freshly baked cloth?”

“No”

“Why?” Laughing laughter faisha Not all the knees of New?

“I do not know, I just do not have it.”

“Like bonsai, tortilla, pancake, Chinese pie, winter potato, fried pumpkin cake …?

Antonio did not smoke. “Yes.”

I felt that I should buy a lottery while I was living at Noah.

“So do you want to do something since then?” Antonio asked to prepare the dough.

“No”

Antonio’s face did not change much, but he felt like a depression.

Feisha returned to her and went to Deu, who still had an apple. “Do you want to help it?”

Kara ignored her.

Antonio said “to clean the floor”, showing the trash behind the entrance.

………

Feisha was pulled by a tongue in a wet circle behind Deas.

“Can you physically clean other parts of this huge kitchen?” Antonio was tired and exploded.

“It’s, I’m from where, it is said to be” ignoring the edge while Space Center shines “was called” Feisha, characterized in that it is good or more. “” This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version.

………

At this stage, Day had finished to wash an apple and was moving to the skin. Feisha is “make it REM, wait! I’m fine over peeling. Before that, I was convicted as a Peeler champion, or do you know?”, I jumped at the opportunity.

“Do you cook matches?” Asks Antonio

“No, that was parental support competition for elementary school tasks, one of the rounds was peeled competition.”

“…” Unexpectedly, a day gave him apples. Feisha saw he left the kitchen with bright eyes.

The “Erm,” he, 20 or so apple fruit knife Antonio taken began with a stiff smile holding his hand, extended: You can “first go to all the toilet Can you do it?”

Antonio pushes the knife. “Is it urgent?”

Feisha nodded hopelessly. “It is very urgent”

“I can help you break the very urgent part.”

“…”

A light reflected from the knife stood out of Feisha’s subtle nature, of shining fear. He swallowed and said, “I think Clover’s cartridge is urgent, do not you agree?”

According to Antonio’s order, before Feisha could escape, it was a long time that the apple stood on a perfect sphere. After her surprise, Dea actually did not leave the dining room, but it was visible from the window.

Chance!

Feisha was inspired without flattering his clothes when he moved. The Deaso’s table had only one vessel, but it was not a flower. Instead, the bitter flavor of flower petals was sad on the table between the original parts of the body planted on the surface.

…? I was meant to symbolize the desire of dancing for the section after death? Feisha’s hand used to lift the chair to the step, advanced a quick direction and pulled a chair for him.

Ahem. He knocked down his seat and adjusted his position in an appropriate nice and long talk.

“It was a strange” Day stopped before he started.

“You did that?” Feisha looked at the number that confused him. “What’s wrong?”

“The number of petals”.

It was a break.

“Well, how is it deformed to it? Why is the flower number important? Is this flower different from the kind of other flowers?” Feisha will rarely show you something. I am in the stadium’s petals near his desk.

“I swear I’ll never see him, if I’m strange, and vice versa.”

………

The only thing is that your fate is fine. Feisha catches breath. It’s 50 options and you’re still failing.

Wait a minute, Day swore, is it? Does this mean that he will not see the king’s king again? His plan died before he could even see the light of the day.

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I figured one after another Feisha “Is it sure?” It’s strange “petals, rising incredible, and it slid into his sleeve. “No?”

“Did you do it with a grenade and apple?”

Catch the skin with a red hand. Feisha rubs her nose, smiled at a smile: “Everything comedy affects.

Deer left.

“You are not serious or” What you know “is Feisha insisted on his overall care.

“Why do not you count the petals?”

Feisha fired, she lowered her head and began to list petals seriously.

“… 13, 14, 15?” Shit if he is to add his seeds petals … “or in it too! Fein king will find you?” Waiting for its success It seems that it was not a complete swelling.

The hand of the table is behind.

“Do not worry about me … Are you still worried about this event with Jin?

Lightning appeared before God, shining his face. Feisha is not heat skin, if going, if he does not have enough immunity against threats, he is now, it has to flow through the brain thinks it’s a very good opportunity.

However, Gena’s delicate energy was probably high. A simple mention of gin, that the last time you want to return together, is it the DEA that went to Anthony, that time, took the form of implementing the thunder into the eyes of Gina’s name?

“I do not think you should have to do with it as well. It’s not that you have a short final gate.” Feisha was calm, impressed your heart, “honest to put it,” he preserves his reassurance, deserves some reward during these problems.

Deer shoots. “Did Jane tell you that?

“He was very afraid of the fault. The conversation ended with the road, Aleluya.” Well, just a daily embrace with your diabetes will find you travel from hotels, drawing attention to forever. Do you really know what you are guilty of?

To make it light, to dispel all the darkness in the heart of Deas. “It’s not his fault.”

“In any case, it had another idea:” Feisha rubbed the face of his embarrassment for not being too obvious. “He is completely open to take you as a mistress, to be able to live your 3 is happy.” Finally, Grimm of ugly ended with a cliché.

………

South Reminder in Almedane, reminded me when I first heard about Deu, who was asleep. Despite their differences, each fairy looks like anger.

“However, Feisha, before the table to enter the fire,” his advice, my final judgment, a battery that was content with the rebellion and dissatisfaction.

“About rifles”

“No, you too … and the king”. One of the rules was adopted at the time that was associated with a great firing, this meant that all possibilities have to be stuck.

Deer screwed the circle to the table. “So he knows.

“That’s bad!” Feisha.

It was fulfilled with a pure chaos.

“Erm”, Feisha is going to return after this explosion. To create a “beautiful and healthy future, I believe it has to reduce the loss of both!

“How will you do it?”

“Well, I’m going to say so, you are that strength to understand that it is in influence, I would like to say first. Your heart and soul are still clean, always with their starting point It’s done.

“Who made you say that my heart and soul were so started?” But Dare could not help, he insisted.

“Mate, do you really do that? I just leave the claim.”

DEA is finished only silent, struggling for some time to refute it: “I just listen to your brother, because we were angry with him, my fake apathy I never thought I would run away. It’s too late now …”

Why have not been asked before? In the case where you said initially, Gina body will be buried forever, and the fuse will be free to find a better partner. What waste

“So how can I make him believe he always likes him?

What kind of beauty, people will be far away from this shamelessness. Feisha attacked his depression with a sense of justice. “In fact there is a simple solution – accept it!

Dear eyes had width as a banner.

“Well, before that, there is a need to invent something. A man you slept was Nano Nani instead of gin.

“Why?” The expression of death is rapidly darkening.

“This is the only way to make Almedande believe that you really have touched.”

“I will not listen”.

“Almedande may have never talked about something. After all, Jean’s appearance is quite decent. We are all things, genie, as a kind of as you want, and it is but not, the king does not do it, look at me Has a room while at least doubts about your feelings, it’s nice to set it up.

DEA considered the hesitation Almedande jealousy invasion. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version.

“However, what’s different,” Feisha was prolonged. “I’m convinced that he is, when you say you can not break up on the urea-table table in your heart, you can not be suspicious of me.”

He is DEA when trying to remember that it seemed Nani, was met with unparalleled memory of a cotton.

“And, of course, it is the most important point: What, unfortunately, before the minute is finished,” Feisha is, you’ve tried to cry “the Almedande because there is no human being to go.”

“What if he had the race of all the nano?”

“Will you tell him what you’re doing?”

“Of course not.”

“And there you will go. If he loved his relationship with you, he did not dare to go after the dwarf,” Feisha is to stop the bad grim of slip on his face said not to be. “That depends on you.”

No DEA, who had offered some time to think about it, was the opposite. Feisha is, because it was better than he thought, chose not to know your fate.

Before he leaves, DEA threw the ball on his shoulder. “Gina and your relationship are pretty good.”

Feisha was temporarily lost in words. “Where does hell have it from you?” Before falling to the ground, he caught the chin.

“You are a matter of the first who knew everything about us from people who passed through Noah’s class.”

This is, the driver was a big mouth, it’s the reason for just stupid easy. However, it does not say. “Well, that’s because UM …”

“Blackmail?” Deeds are, quietly watching you to rest before their existing petals an unusual diligence of lips on them.

Feisha, he was the one, because sunlight passed over by morning, she was not able to move in a nice smile.

Translator of notebook

Most of the ugly, vague and would like to end their stories “and, they are much more ahead are ready to love.” […]

I changed a lot about it, so here’s a translation of the origin:

The Western story always told an unknown princess to live a prince and happiness. However, [men carried out the field work, women occupy textile] are different from the Chinese people, that was the best masterpiece. Or why do we have a full cloth of cloth of cloth napkins, full of clouds in the sky, does not have much promotion, yet another one of the Weaver girls, thrown to the top of the sky? She is because she herself started to find a herd of capacity … herds. Then, the story ended “content”. Because they thought it was satisfying it, and in the Queen’s and the Queen’s Eye, she closed her eyes.

Some of the technical features:

The seventh of the month of the month: very bizarre-Waver girl and cow girls up that year of two lovers who have banned to meet in one day, is a very popular folk theater. As I did, I think Cinderella. Or, for example, Santa. Literally, everyone will know that story. To that end, holiday. If you want to know more: https: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Cowherd_and_the_Weaver_Girl
Tear and occupy field work men and women are talking about Chinese as Ko Otoko woman Nan Zhen Zhi nǚ. It’s getting less cheerful life back (at least farmers).

Well, that’s super, I’m the only one to me, let’s say that internal monologist does not know how to speak Feisha. I do not see how it is related to the situation. Since I’m not really sure everyone who really gets it, can you tell me, it’s great.

“Well, do you have a freshly baked cloth?” This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version.

酥油 vi bǐng 饼 pencon (lighting fried pies) is, in part, able to understand the author’s apple.

“Like bonsai, tortilla, pancake, Chinese pie, winter potato, fried pumpkin cake …?

They are, in many cases, all the kitchenette / shopkeeper based appetizer that runs a Chinese restaurant. Their names (in order) are the following. The green onion oil onion Kong your bǐng, decoction 蛋饼 Ken Dan bāmng, 烙饼 Laos bǐng, GUI tip of the old Auntie Laos PO Bongo and pumpkin 饼 Nan.

Long Feisha, the more he stayed at the Noah Arche, who felt that he would have to buy a lottery.

“He locked the underground (pomegranate) of the warehouse, and now, he is, they do not, then took one of the real search appetizer.

If you do not follow the edge, while your Space Center looks like it is more than good.

Yao xǐDA of Liang liǎn 扫地 only 扫地 center, wash 脸 要 wash a large bridge of the nose sǎo of zhǐsǎoDZ Zon Yang, xǐ (only to clean making, light sweep the center of the floor, you have to wash the bridge of the nose, when you wash your face there you)

“I am, you do not think it’s too worried. Not in it, so you have the end of the shorter.”

Similarly, “at least, you did not have those who took the shot.” This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version.[/hide]

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Chapter 32: Extortion (Part 2)

Dea and Almedande

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Dea trudged into the kitchen, silently tipping the apples out of the basket to rinse in the sink. It wasn’t actually part of his job, but he couldn’t help but do a little bit more than just picking fruits after Antonio got injured.

Feisha, who had been following him in hopes of finding an opening to commence conning – er, persuading – found himself doubting the integrity of his plan when he witnessed Dea and Antonio working harmoniously in the kitchen without a word.

Most fairy tales liked to end their stories with a vague ‘and they loved happily ever after’ but a ton of them also had pretty gritty endings in the original version. Take The Little Mermaid, for example; her status down in the ocean was pretty sweet, being a princess and all, but she just had to drink that goddamn potion and go on land. Why? Because there was a hot guy. A hot guy who she didn’t even get because he didn’t love her back. She turned into sea foam at the end and the story still has the gall to call it a happy ending?!

“What do you want to eat?”

Feisha snapped to attention at the sound of conversation. Unfortunately, the person Antonio addressed was him.

“Erm, do you have fried pastry?”

“No.”

“What? Why?” Feisha gasped. Didn’t Noah’s Ark have everything?

“I don’t know. We just don’t have it.”

“Then what about scallion pancake, omelette pancake, Chinese flatbread, winter-melon puff, fried pumpkin cake…do you have those?”

Antonio didn’t even blink. “Yeah.”

The longer Feisha stayed at Noah’s Ark, the more he felt like he should go buy some lottery tickets.

“So you want some of that?” Antonio inquired, getting the dough ready.

“No.”

Antonio’s face didn’t change much but he did gain an oppressing aura.

Feisha shrank back into himself and turned to Dea, who was still washing apples. “Do you want any help with that?”

Dea ignored him.

“Go sweep the floor,” ordered Antonio, pointing at the broom behind the entrance.

………

Feisha plodded over to the broomstick, sweeping in lazy circles behind Dea.

“Are you physically incapable of sweeping any other spot in this gigantic kitchen?” Antonio snapped irritably.

“There’s a saying from where I come from,” claimed Feisha, “called ‘ignoring the edges is more than fine so long as the center of the room will shine.’”

………

By this stage, Dea had finished washing the apples already and was about to move onto peeling the skin. Feisha jumped at the opportunity, “Wait, lemme do it! I’m super good at peeling stuff. I’ve been crowned as the champion peeler before, you know?”

“You did cooking tournaments?” asked Antonio.

“No, it was the Mommy’s Little Helper competition for household chores in elementary school. One of the rounds was a peeling competition.”

“…” Unexpectedly, Dea gave him the apple. Feisha watched him leave the kitchen with bright eyes.

“Erm,” he began with a stiff smile, taking in the twenty or so apples and the fruit knife Antonio was holding in an outstretched hand, “can I go to the toilet first?”

Antonio spun the knife. “Is it urgent?”

Feisha nodded his head desperately. “It’s very, very urgent.”

“I can help you cut off the part that’s very urgent.”

“…”

The light reflected off the knife and cast a tint of pale terror onto Feisha’s delicate features. He swallowed, amending, “I- I think peeling apples is more urgent, wouldn’t you agree?”

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It was a long few hours of peeling apples into perfect spheres as per Antonio’s orders before Feisha was able to escape. To his surprise, Dea hadn’t actually left the dining hall but was instead staring out a window.

Chance!

Feisha cheered himself on, smoothing down his clothes as he made his way over. There was a single vase on Dea’s table, but no flowers were in it. Instead, a petal-less flower was lying sadly on the table among its former body parts, which were sown across the surface.

…Was this supposed to symbolise Dea’s desire for post-mortem dismemberment? The hand Feisha was going to use to pull up a chair next to Dea experienced a rapid change in direction and pulled out the chair opposite him instead.

“Ahem.” He squirmed a bit in his seat, readjusting his position into one suitable for a nice, long discussion.

“It was odd,” Dea interrupted before he could begin.

“Huh?” Feisha squinted his eyes at the figure before him in confusion. “What’s odd?”

“The number of petals.”

There was a pause.

“Uh, does that mean it was deformed?” Why did the number of petals matter at all? Or was this flower different to all the others of its kind? Feisha peeked at a tender petal close to his side of the table, trying to spot anything unusual.

“I swore to myself to never see him again if it was odd, and vice versa.”

………

The only thing that tells us is that your luck is shit, Dea. Feisha sighed in exasperation. It was a fifty-fifty chance and you still failed.

Wait, Dea said that he swore, right? Doesn’t that mean he’s never going to see the faerie king again?! His plan died before it could even see the light of day, goddammit.

No, he can’t let that happen.

“Are you sure it’s odd?” Feisha counted the petals one by one, inconspicuously picking one up and sliding it into his sleeve. “Isn’t this even?”

“Is that what you did with the pomegranate and apples too?”

Fuck, caught red-handed. Feisha rubbed at his nose and smiled thinly, “It’s just a prank, bro.”

Dea turned away.

“You’re not serious about that swear, are you?” Feisha pushed, worry written all over his face.

“Why don’t you count the petals?”

Feisha blinked, then lowered his head and started counting the petals in earnest.

“…thirteen, fourteen, fifteen?” Shit. Wait, if he added on the petal in his sleeve… “It’s even! Are you going to meet the faerie king again?” Looks like his luck wasn’t complete shit.

The hand resting on the table shrunk back.

“Don’t tell me…you’re still bothered about that thing with Gin?”

Lightning manifested in Dea’s eyes, flashing past his face. Feisha thought that if he wasn’t as thick-skinned and didn’t have as much immunity against threats as he did, there was a very high chance that he’d have his brains blown out right about now.

But geez, Gin’s wounding power sure was high. A simple mention of Gin wanting to get back together last time had Dea running to Antonio, and this time his eyes took on the embodiment of lightning just with Gin’s name?

“To be honest,” Feisha placated, impressed by his own wits, “I don’t think you need to be too bothered by that. It’s not like you got the short end of the stick.” He deserves some sort of award for keeping his cool in this turbulent time.

Dea frowned. “Gin told you that as well?”

“He felt quite guilty.” The conversation was finally on track, hallelujah. “Now that he and Hughes give everyone diabetes on a daily basis, seeing you trudging around the hotel single and forever alone really brings out that guilt, you know?”

Being a light faerie, any darkness in Dea’s heart dissolved quickly. “It’s not entirely his fault.”

“Anyway, he had another idea recently.” Feisha rubbed his face in an attempt to make his smirk less obvious. “He’s totally open to taking you as a mistress so that the three of you can live happily ever after.” The cliché ending of Grimm’s fairy tales finally had a use.

………

Dea’s expression was reminiscent of Almedande’s when he first heard about Dea sleeping with someone. Looks like all faeries expressed fury similarly despite their differences.

“But,” Feisha interjected before the table caught on fire, “his suggestion was met with my extreme judgement, repulsion and disapproval.”

“For Hughes?”

“No, also for you…and the king.” There was one rule when it came with dealing with big shots, and that was to suck up to them at every chance.

Dea traced circles onto the table. “So he knows.”

“This calls for deception!” exclaimed Feisha.

This was met with an expression of pure confusion.

“Erm,” Feisha tried to rein himself back after that outburst, “I mean, we need to minimise the damage done to both sides in order to create a beautiful and wholesome future!”

“How do we do that?”

“Well, I’d say start with getting him to understand that you were cheating under the influence, so to speak. Your heart and soul are still pure and have always been his to begin with.”

“Who said my heart and soul were his to begin with?” Dea couldn’t help but argue.

“Mate, do we seriously have to do this? Just drop the pretences.”

Dea struggled to rebut for a while, only to end up murmuring, “I was just angry at him for listening to his brother. I never thought we’d end up drifting apart because of my fake apathy. It’s too late now.”

Why on earth didn’t you say that earlier?! If you said so from the very start then Gin’s corpse would be buried forever away and Hughes would be free to find a better partner as well. What a waste.

“Then how do I make him believe that I have always…liked him?”

What beauty; anyone faced with that blush would surely find themselves unable to look away. Feisha inwardly swallowed down his drool, saying with a sense of justice, “There’s a really simple solution – just confess!”

Dea’s eyes were wide as saucers.

“Well, before that you need to ‘come clean’ about something: the person you slept with was the dwarf Nani, not Gin.”

“Why?” Dea’s expression instantly darkened.

“It’s the only way to make Almedande believe that you were truly under the influence.”

“I don’t follow.”

“Look, we all know that there’s no way you’d like a guy like Gin, but the king doesn’t. Gin’s appearance is pretty decent, after all. Almedande may not have said anything about it, but I’m willing to bet he’s at least a little bit suspicious of your feelings back then.”

Dea thought about Almedande’s jealous aggression, hesitating.

“But Nani is different,” Feisha continued. “I’m sure no one will doubt me when I say that he can’t ever come out on top of the faerie king in your heart.”

Dea was met with a vague blur of muddy recollection as he attempted to remember what Nani looked like.

“And of course there’s the most important point: Nani unfortunately passed away a while ago,” Feisha tried to look mournful, “so Almedande has no one to go after.”

“What if he goes after the entire race of dwarves?”

“Would you let him do that?”

“Of course not.”

“Then there you go. If he values his relationship with you, he wouldn’t dare go after the dwarves,” stated Feisha, unable to stop a wicked grin from slipping onto his face. “It’s all up to you.”

Dea didn’t agree straight away, instead proposing to think about it for a while. Feisha opted not to push his luck because this was already going better than he thought it would.

Before he left, Dea threw a bombshell over his shoulder. “Your relationship with Gin is pretty good.”

Feisha, for once, was momentarily lost for words. “Where the hell did you get that from?!” He caught his jaw before it hit the ground.

“You’re the first to know about us out of all the people who’ve passed through Noah’s Ark.”

That’s just because Gin had a big mouth and was easy fool. He couldn’t exactly say that though. “Uh, that’s because, um…”

“Extortion?” Dea’s gaze rested softly on the petals before them, a rare curl on his lips.

Feisha found himself unable to move in the brilliant smile that washed over him like the sun’s rays at dawn.

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Translator’s notes

Most fairy tales liked to end their stories with a vague “and they loved happily ever after” […]

I changed a lot about this, so here is a translation of the original paragraph:

Western fairy tales always liked to make the prince and princess vaguely live happily ever after. But the Chinese are different, and its magnum opus was [men do farm work and women engage in spinning and weaving]. Or else why were the skies full of weaved clouds, the ground full of weaved cloth, and yet the weaver girl still scuttled down from the heavens despite it being not much of a promotion? It’s because she came down to find herself a farm-capable cow…herd. And so the story ended ‘satisfactorily’. The king and queen of the heavens both turned a blind eye to that, because they thought it was a satisfactory ending as well.

Some technicalities:

1. The weaver girl and cowherd thing Feisha mentioned is a very, very famous folktale about two lovers who are forbidden from meeting on all but one day of the year: the seventh day of the seventh lunar month. As for how famous, think Cinderella. Or, like, Santa. Literally everyone knows this story. There’s even a holiday for this. In case you want to learn more: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Cowherd_and_the_Weaver_Girl
2. Men do farm work and women engage in spinning and weaving is said in Chinese as男耕女织nán gēng nǚ zhī. It’s the more-or-less given way of life back in the old days (for peasants at least).

Okay, now that that’s over, let me just confess that I don’t know what the fuck Feisha’s going on about in this inner monologue. I can’t see how it even relates to the situation at all. It’d be great if anyone who actually gets it can tell me, because I sure don’t.

“Erm, do you have fried pastry?”

酥油饼sū yóu bǐng (lit. fried pastry), as some might realise, is the author’s pseudonym.

“Then what about scallion pancake, omelette pancake, Chinese flatbread, winter-melon puff, fried pumpkin cake…do you have those?”

These are all pastry/flatbread-based snacks frequently seen in Chinese food stalls. The names for them (in order) are: 葱油饼 cōng yóu bǐng, 煎蛋饼 jiān dàn bǐng, 烙饼 lào bǐng, 老婆饼 lào pó bǐng and 南瓜饼 nán guā bǐng.

The longer Feisha stayed at Noah’s Ark, the more he feels like he should go buy some lottery tickets.

‘Cause he picked the one fruit that got him locked in the storeroom cellar (pomegranate), and now he asked for the one snack they didn’t have.

Ignoring the edges is more than fine so long as the centre of the room will shine.

扫地只扫地中央，洗脸要洗大鼻梁 sǎo dì zhǐ sǎo dì zhōng yāng, xǐ liǎn yào xǐ dà bí liáng (lit. only sweep the centre of the floor when sweeping, you need to wash the bridge of your nose when you wash your face)

“I don’t think you need to be too bothered by that. It’s not like you got the short end of the stick.”

As in, “at least you weren’t the one taking it up the ass.”[/hide]