Narrowing his eyes harshly at the profanity, China took the final sip of his tea before setting the cup neatly on the table in front of him. However, somewhat sympathetic to Egypt's situation, he decided not to comment on the foul language. "You are going to help make dinner if you wish to eat tonight. If you choose not to help, you'll go hungry until the morning, and I don't allow late-night snacks." He stated almost bitterly, resting his hands in his lap. "Would you prefer wonton and fried rice or chow mein and spring rolls?"