I was in the kitchens making sure that the chef and other kitchen staff were making the correct foods for Master Shujin when I realized where my thoughts were drifting. I shake my head and mumble, "I shouldn't be thinking these things, especially not now. It won't do me any good to think this way." Pushing my thoughts about Master Shujin naked to the back of my mind, I watch as the cinnamon buns are made. I lick my lips as my stomach growls.
"Hungry?" The chef asks as he looks over at me. I nod vigorously. "Alright, I'll make an extra one for you, but don't let Master Shujin know, okay?" He adds and I nod. The kitchen staff and chef are the only ones who never changed and I'm glad because they took care of me even after mom died. After ten minutes I was eating my cinnamon bun while a few of the kitchen staff prepared the table for Master Shujin. As I was enjoying the cinnamon bun I had a flashback.