His eyes widened and he stared at his king.
"There is no need, my king-"
"Shen-er, let me help you."
Fu Shen flushed lightly at the tip of his ears and he nodded. When he cooked with Master Xu and Master Zhang, they flowed easily in the kitchen. Yet with his king…
"My king, they need to be smaller."
"Okay."
"And… even."
"They are even."
Fu Shen stared at the different chunks of carrots and onions. Offering a small smile, he prepared the soup. Master Li may be strong and intimidating in battle, but he was neither in the kitchen. Fu Shen spoke evenly and clearly as his king tried to follow. Flour poof into the air when his king dumped it too high into the bowl. The oil popped and screamed when the dumplings were too wet. His king… his king was out of his element.
"My king, please rest if you need to."
"Ah Shen," his king laughed, "Are you kicking me out?"
