"Okay, Lyla. I need your help for a second."
I placed an onion on the countertop. Underneath it was a cutting board. It was so that the knives wouldn't leave scratches on the countertop.
"Help me cut this."
I then handed her a small knife. Typically, giving children knives wasn't a good idea, but she was a superhuman. Something like this could hardly scratch her.
"..."
Lyla stood on a stool.
Wearing her apron, she stared at the onion and then me.
"Just cut it however you want. Just make sure they're small."
"Small?"
"Yeah, like this."
I showed her the diced carrots.
Carefully looking at them, she nodded.
"Can you do it?"
"I can."
"Good."
Clak. Clak. Clak.
And then she started cutting the onions.
Her movements were slow, but she was doing a good job. I was satisfied with her progression.
