Toro
Usually, I get worked up when someone joins me in the kitchen, I'm the type of guy who wants the kitchen to himself when I cook. I love it and it irritates me when someone joins me. Back home, I don't let the family butler into the kitchen if I'm cooking but for some reason, I'm not feeling that way towards these three figures in here.
I wasn't irritated instead it felt weirdly nice having them help out. I spent my entire life running away from women but here I am, surrounded by three of them and my anxiety or defensive mood wasn't kicking in.
I guess my theory of women was wrong.
I shrugged and scurried closer to Nino. "Every dish has a pattern of cutting its onions. You cut them like this." I place a hand on hers, guiding her on how to slice the onions for tteokbokki. I felt her body quiver against mine and I wonder why.
