Heart flushed and shrugged Saint off of him.
Hey, I thought you said no touching till we had eaten. Heart hopped down from the stool, walked around the counter, and into the kitchen, grabbed the knife, and started to cut the remaining carrots up, mincing them.
"You are really good too from the looks of it," Saint commented with good humor. As he watched Heart finish the carrots and move onto skillfully peel, cut, and slice the onions for the dish the proper way it called for in the recipe online.
"How did you get so good?"
Heart smiled back. "I don't have any parents,"
Saint raised an eyebrow.
"Ah, don't worry, mine isn't so tragic. Nothing like your story. My father and mother separated after having me, and then he just left, never to be seen again. My mom passed away when I was seven years old. Min was seventeen, so Min decided to just take after me herself. But since Min was always busy and home late, we rarely ate homemade food."
