Cooking (2)

When we finished mixing all the ingredients together, we found a big ball of cookie dough staring back at us inside the huge bowl.

I grabbed a small clunk of cookie dough as I popped it inside my mouth.

Luke, Shelly and Ellen looked at me in horror as they read in the instruction book that the cookies must be cooked before they were to be eaten.

"What?" I complained as Luke snatched the bowl away from me.

Eating some of the cookie dough was the best process of making cookies in general!

It was proven that nothing would happen even if you ate raw cookie dough. There were even some shops in the third district that sold cookie dough purely for consumption!

Luke glared at me as if he was warning me to not dare to steal another tiny clunk of the cookie dough.

Even Shelly and Ellen agreed with him as they quickened their pace in placing the cookie dough onto the trays.

Before I could help them with the work, Luke placed the trays into the oven.

I sulked as Luke, Shelly and Ellen did most of the work.

"Maybe next time," Shelly offered as she started to wash her hands.

"Why don't we try making another dish?" I pulled out a cutting board and a large knife.

"We can make some omelets," I grabbed some vegetables from the fridge.

One of my strengths in cooking was being able to evenly cut the slices of vegetables thinly in my past life.

I got ready to slice the zucchini as I professionally held the knife in place before I dodged Luke that was trying to snatch away the knife from me as well.

I skillfully ran away with the cutting board, knife and the zucchini as I had anticipated Luke's attack after he gave me a small steak knife to cut strawberries last time.

"What going on?" Evan and his friends watched me try to run away from Luke in the living room.

"Seriously Luke?" I shouted as Luke kept chasing after me.

"I know what I'm doing," I claimed as I looked for better places to run to inside the house.

"You never touched a knife before," Luke tried to justify his actions.

"Oh please, I used more dangerous objects before. I swung a dagger to break a barrier in the third district last year to get away from a serial killer," I waved the knife that was in my other hand to mimic what I did last time.

Luke didn't have to know that the person who played a prank on me was actually one of my previous students and not a serial killer.

The word just jumped up inside my head when I vividly remembered the girl trying to murder her own sister.

I did wonder what happened to the other twin girl who tried to save me in the process.

"A serial killer?" Adrian's eyes widened as he knew about the incident due to him being one of my former students.

I nodded my head as I gallantly held up my knife.

"What's going on?" My mom entered the space as she took a glance of the messy kitchen and dining room.

"Luke won't let me handle the knife," I whined to my mom.

"I obviously know what I'm doing but he won't let me use it," I sulked as I stomped my feet with frustration.

"Maybe we should let Rika do what she wants for today and confiscate the knife when things look dangerous," My mom tried to compromise with Luke.

Luke reluctantly agreed as he didn't wish to go against my mom.

I was definitely going to try to visit my parent's house more often. I could get used to doing the things I actually wanted to do without under the careful eyes of Luke.

I smirked at Luke as I properly placed the cooking tools on the countertop where it originally belonged.

I carefully held the knife with my right hand as I carefully positioned the vegetable to make it easier to cut.

I wiped a drop of sweat on my forehead as I smiled when I looked at the bowl full of finely chopped vegetables.

I just had to crack some eggs and mix them all together before flipping them gently on the fry pan.

I knew how performance based chefs were feeling now as there was an audience in front of me that observed me cooking.

My mom, Shelly, Ellen, Luke, Evan and his friends all stared at me with their full concentration.

I was sweating from their pressuring gaze rather than the hard work that came from cooking.

I set the heat on the stove to low as I poured in the omelet batter into the pan after I had glided butter to make the omelet not stick onto the pan.

When one side of the omelet was cooked, I lifted the pan to show off my flipping skills.

However, I forgot that it was years since I have cooked. The omelet landed inside the kitchen sink as it flew across to the other side of the kitchen.

What a waste!

When I poured the leftover batter, I tried to carefully roll the omelet instead of flipping it with my spatula.

I smiled when I put my omelet on a white plate.

"Who wants some?" I asked the audience in front of me.