Christian's lips twitched several times and in the end, he just pointed at the bar stool. "Go back there."
Diane obediently returned to her seat. From there, she watched him lift the bowl to his chest level and lean in while waving his right hand above it back and forth.
The next second, he tilted his head to the side. "You used too much onion powder."
'Huh? He can tell from just smelling it?' Diane was amazed. She just couldn't see herself beating this level of craft. Maybe this was the disadvantage of her mother never letting her enter the kitchen all through the number of years she lived with her.
As if she was thrilled enough, she watched Christian grab another pack of minced meat from the refrigerator and directly added it to the bowl without washing it.
"You don't wash those before use?" She asked with curiosity laced in her brows.
As soon as Christian heard that question, he paused and turned to her. "You washed the first set?"
