Bab 305: 46.5 Kitchen Manners

"More pork!"

Easy.

"No garlic!"

Of course.

"Give me two portions to go with mine!"

With each call from my young head chef, the joys of cooking and participating in an orderly activity suffused through my very being. I knew that I liked cooking. Hell, I cooked for the twins even after all this time. But cooking like this? Cooking for a crowd of ravenous customers while someone shouted at me with precise instructions?

It was exhilarating.

"Five bowls!"

I cracked an even bigger smile as my wok moved, rice flying in front of my face as I began to do tricks with my food.

"Woah..." I heard someone from the crowd as I tilted my wok ever so slightly to make a massive wall of fried rice fly through the air.