Blaze nodded his head in acknowledgnt while assessing the displayed groceries and other items neatly arranged on the marble countertop.
"Are these the items my wife got?" He asked strolling towards the counter for closer inspection.
"Yes, sir."
"Hmm..." Blaze chuckled sparing Alia a quick glance. But she seed to be lost, soaking in her surroundings.
"You can all take the night off" Blaze instructed, picking up two neat aprons from the wall-mounted hanger.
"But sir, if we leave, who is going to cook dinner?" The chef asked in alarm.
"That shouldn't be your problem. You may leave."
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." The chef bowed politely and left with the rest of the kitchen staff murmuring their concerns.
"Why are you sending the staff away?" Alia finally ca to stand beside her husband. "Who is going to chop all this plenty of vegetables?"
"That's the problem. I rember sending you a list of items and the quantity needed. But you decided to get, three..." Blaze assessed the items thoroughly. "...no four tis the quantity needed."
"I was being proactive." Alia couldn't help but wear a smug smile on her face. "And to be honest, I was afraid I would burn the entire food if you asked to cook. So I ca prepared."
Blaze chuckled, as he picked out the desired item he needed for the chicken spaghetti dish he was about to prepare.
"This is all we need and there will be no burning of any food on my watch." Blaze handed Alia so of the veggies, signalling her to follow him.
"Blaze, you know I can't cook right," Alia noted, worried about disappointing him.
"I recall you said that."
"So."
"I'll be cooking today while you watch and learn."
"Yay!"
"But you'll be chopping so of the vegetables."
"Ugh!" Alia dropped the veggie in the sink, pouting as she assessed her freshly manicured nails.
"Start washing those vegetables or aren't you hungry anymore," Blaze instructed as he attended to the chicken breast and thighs.
"Do I have to?" She made a puppy face for him.
"Yes. Now start washing. I'll be needing those vegetables soon." Blaze left her side to chop the chicken. He spiced it up and seasoned it before turning up the heat. He also opened a steaming pot of water and added a pack of spaghetti.
When Blaze returned to Alia's side, he observed that she wasn't washing the vegetables properly. So he patiently showed her how it was done before moving over to the chopping table.
"No watch and do exactly as I do." Blaze picked up two sticks of carrots and diced them into bits speedily like a professional chef.
"Show off." Alia eyed him as she picked up the carrots and diced them into large chunks, impressed by her work.
"I'm going to serve you those butchered carrots." Blaze threatened, repelled by her bad job.
"I don't mind as long as it tastes like carrot. What's next, teacher?" Alia wiggles her brows making Blaze chuckle.
"Capsicum."
"You an bell pepper." Alia grinned proudly.
"Impressive! You're learning really fast."
"Thank you."
They both dice almost all the vegetables until it gets to the last part which were the onions.
"I want these in smaller bits like this." Blaze quickly chopped an onion ball into little pieces. "Now, it's your turn." He dropped his knife.
"This should be a piece of cake," Alia said proudly, seeing how far she had progressed. She carefully removed the top and base, like she had seen Blaze do while he watched her with a mischievous smirk dancing at the corner of his lips.
As Alia slowly cut into the onion ball holding it in place, her eyes began to sting. But she was determined to complete her task. Moreover, she didn't recall Blaze acting all teary while he sliced his own ball of onion.
However, as she took one more slice after another, it felt as though soone had pepper sprayed her eyes.
"Shit!" She dropped the knife, unable to bear the sting any more. She step backwards, eyes closed and bringing out tears.
"What's wrong dear?" Blaze asked, suppressing his laughter.
"My eyes." Alia cried out, rubbing both her eyes with the back of her hands. "They are on fire. Get water, quick. I'm going blind"
"Here, let help you." Blaze led her to the sink and helped her wash her eyes. Then he gave her a small face towel to dry her face.
"How does it feel."
"Alia slowly opened her reddened eyes and noticed a smug smile on Blaze's face."
"You knew!"
"What!" Blaze opened his two hands, acting confused.
"You are so full of shit." She threw the towel on his face, which he caught with ease while laughing his heart out.
"I'm so done with this cooking. I'm eating frozen food." Alia stomped to the fridge and opened it, ransacking it for anything edible.
"You're going to ruin your appetite," Blaze warned as he resud cooking, frying the beautifully diced parboiled chicken.
"I don't care." Alia brought out so slices of bread, peanut butter, raspberry cake, so grapes and a bottle of orange juice. She dumped all of this on the kitchen island, eying Blaze.
"How about you taste this," Blaze lowered the heat. He served so of the well-spiced fried chicken on a plate and brought it over to Alia.
"I don't want it." Alia turned her face away even though the aroma was making her salivate.
"Please!"
She turned to look at Blaze, still suspicious of his motive.
"I promise no more gas." Blaze picked up one of the diced chicken and brought it close to her mouth.
"Promise?"
"With all of my heart."
She opened her mouth and received the chicken.
"Mmm....yum... This is nice. I want more." She greedily collected the plate from Blaze and ate all the fried Chicken licking her lips.
"Dinner is almost ready."
"I can't wait."
Alia followed behind Blaze and watched him complete the task of cooking. Afterwards, they both ate the delicious chicken spaghetti on the kitchen island discussing the al and her busy day at work.
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