NovelEnglishChapter 110: Cooking With Her Chapter 110: Cooking With Her Kingston
Angelia was so beautiful like this in my kitchen with her casual clothes under the apron. Her hair was gathered in
a high ponytail, showing her sweet face. Like this, she looked warm and an easy smile rested on her lips, her
cheeks held a natural blush and her eyes were always simple to read. Right now, they said that she was content
and happy.
I didn't like to think that | was the cause of it, | was too messed up to cause someone else's joy and | didn't want
to think about how much lighter | felt with her around either. Positive feelings forwere alien and as much as |
enjoyed those feelings, they were still unwelcome. Anger was all | had known for so long, it was what | was used
to and while it wasn't healthy, anger was safe. Who was | if | didn't have that? | didn't want to change and |
wasn't ready for change. Still, if | didn't want change then I couldn't have her either and | don't think | would be
able to let her go even if | had wanted to.
There was something about her that drew
don't want to admit it.
"What kind of stir fry are we making?" She asked while rolling up her sleeve.
"The one with chicken and noodles." | replied gruffy, really not looking forward to teaching her how to cook.
When she had asked me, | had been taken by surprise and agreed before | registered what exactly | had agreed
to and | couldn't take it back after it was said. | had never had anyone in the kitchen with me, this was my sacred
place and | didn't like anyone invading it. Although, | only had myself to blame, agreeing to teach her and all.
What was worse was that this would forceto talk more than | was comfortable doing but | couldn't actually
teach her without speaking, could. I? | was just a dumb fuck.
"Okay then, putto work, chef." She said cheekily and | suppressed a groan. | definitely wasn't ready for this.
"Should any of this be washed first?" She asked.
"No, | always wash them before | put them in the fridge. Start with the onions, one of each and chop them
finely." | directed, nodding at the red onion and the white onion and went ahead to bring out the wok pan.
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She started peeling off the outer layer of the onions while | washed and peeled off the carrots, knowing | was
supposed to teach her so | started explaining the dish.
"With stir fry, you can pretty much add whatever you want in it and you don't have to follow the
recipe."
So even tatashe?" She asked and | nodded.
"Yes,"
"And sweet potatoes?" | mentally rolled my eyes.
""Yes," | mumbled.
"What about sparrow grass?" She continued and at this point, I didn't know if she was deliberately trying to
annoyor genuinely curious. | sighed before responding. "Yes, even sparrow grass." | looked over to see her
staring at the freshly peeled onions with
scrunched brows.
"There is a knife on your left." | said.
"Okay," she grabbed the knife but didn't start cutting the onions.
Knowing there was something else she struggled with, | waited until she askedherself. It didn't take long
before she looked back at me, her cheeks ever redder than earlier. "So, what did you mean by chopping them
finely?"
For sreason that almost madesmile but | refrained. Grabbing a paper towel and wetting it first, | walked
up to her and placed the paper towels on the chopping board. "This will help with the acid." | said.
"How so?" She asked.
"The acid in the onion will bleed when we cut it, the wet towel will help absorb the chemicall instead of your
eyes." | explained.
"Oh, | had no idea that was a thing but it makes sense. So, basically, | have been torturing myself for years for
nothing?" she sounded stunned.
"Okay, go on. | am ready to learn."
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Another smile tugged on my lips but this time, | didn't suppress it. She couldn't see it anyway. Taking my position
behind her, | grabbed her right hand, the one holding the knife.
"First, cut the root." | showed her the bottom of the onion.
"You will want to leave this on, it will help minimize the bleeding and to finely chop an onion,
you will want to cut it in half first."
| moved my free hand around her and held the onion in place as we cut down in the middle. | tried not to
becdistracted as | felt her body pressed against my front, my dick didn't get the memo as it hardened
against her back and | knew it was impossible for her not to feel it. Her body heat burnedand made my pulse
quickened. The Unabridged image of her in the club, masturbating in front of members andbombarded my
mind. That night, | had to force myself not to throw her over my shoulder and carry her away from everyone as |
felt anger and lust war inside me. | had both hated how others saw that was rightfully mine and my friend's and
loved
how beautiful it was to see her cout of her shell.
Clearing my throat, | shook the image away and went on to show her how to hold the onion so she wouldn't cut
herself. You should hold it like this, with three fingers, two in front and the thumb behind. You will want to use
your knuckles to guide him with the knife." | explained.
She was quiet as she listened to me, with one half of the onion, | showed her exactly how she should cut it into
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"I think I got the hang of it, thank you." She said softly, | pulled myself away from her, not wanting her to feel my
dick and at her voice.
I had noticed how she had started to talk in a lower tone, like a whisper whenever she said something to me. It
was as if she had changed her own voice to fit mine and not only did I find it cute but for sreason, it made
right way. | didn't want her to hurt herself, that was my job.
For the next few minutes, we cut up all the vegetables and chicken we would need. | always preferred to buy
whole chicken filet instead of the pre-cut ones to decide how big we wanted them ourselves. Then, | showed her
how to make my favorite stir fry sauce. As | spoke, my voice grew to a rough whisper, not used to talking as
much as | was doing now. She madeexplain everything in as much detail as possible and | had a suspicion
she was doing it on purpose. When we worked together, | was taken aback by how peaceful | felt, | hadn't
thought | would feel so relaxed when someone else was in the kitchen withbut she had a way of surprising
me.
"Do we fry the kitchen together with the vegetables or..?" She asked when we were done with everything else.
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"Separate at first, we want to know the meat is cooked all the way through before we add it in the wok pan. We
will also wait a little while before frying the chicken, if it was done before the vegetables. It will becdry."
Turning up the temperature for both pan, | explained to her.
"If you ever fry anything, remember to use an oil that has a high smoke point like peanut oil which we are now
using." Perplexed, she looked at me.
"Why is that?" She asked.
"The temperature will be high, if you use olive oil or something like that, it will end up burned and taste bitter."
Letting her take charge of cooking the chicken and showing her how much she should season it. | had
responsibility for the stir fry, | didn't want her to burn herself. She wasn't bad at cooking like she had toldshe
was, she only lacked experience. She took my direction well and | would only need to show her something once
and after, she did it like a pro.
By the twe had set the table and sat down i
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