“Huh?!” I exclaid in pure surprise.
“Why are you so shocked? We’re in a kitchen with many ingredients and cooking tools, and you can cook. Cook us so lunch, little girl,” he said as if it was the most obvious solution to our problem.
“Can you not call a little girl...” I said softly before I could stop myself.
“You don’t like it? I think it’s rather cute. What about little maid instead?” he suggested before he grinned playfully at .
“Nevermind...” I whispered in resignation.
“A cute na suits a cute girl, no? I’m hungry...can you start cooking already?” the man said before laughing in pure amusent.
“Umm...sure...” I replied while still confused at this sudden turn of events.
Our quest for food ended up with cooking for the both of us. Honestly, I didn’t mind cooking. It was sothing that I enjoyed and did very often when I lived at the orphanage. Standing in this kitchen reminded of ho, the orphanage, and all the girls there. I wonder how they are doing right now.
“I can’t cook, but if there’s sothing that I can help out with, then feel free to let know,” the man offered.
Now that he ntioned it, there was sothing that I needed him to help out with.
“What would you like for lunch?” I asked.
“Oh, I get to put in a special request?” he asked teasingly.
He smiled at again, and I could tell he was pleased. I wasn’t surprised when my heart skipped a beat. Although I felt excited around him, it also felt like I had known him for a long ti. His voice sounded familiar; however, I knew I was imagining things. I’ve never t him before...
“If I can make it, I’ll cook it for you,” I said before I returned his smile.
After a few seconds of thought, he replied, “That sounds great, but I’m not a picky eater. Just make sothing you’re good at.”
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Yes,” he replied without hesitation.
With the available ingredients and equipnt, I would be fine cooking anything I wished and knew how to do. Sothing that I was good at and that would be good for lunch...
Suddenly, the door to the kitchen opened, and a man dressed in a standard chef uniform walked in. His eyes widened imdiately when he saw us.
“Oh hey, Daniel! I thought you weren’t at work today. Co with for a bit...” the man called out loudly to the man who had just entered.
Before Daniel could respond, the man looped his arm around Daniel’s shoulders and ushered him out of the room. That confused , but I figured they wanted private conversations. That suited just fine because I could focus on my cooking.
“Sorry about that!” the man said when he returned to the kitchen.
“Oh!” I exclaid in surprise.
I put the chopped vegetables into the boiling soup when he returned to the kitchen. My surprise led to drop the vegetables suddenly into the soup. I felt a searing pain on my left hand’s fingers from the hot water splashing upwards onto them, and I cried out as I pulled my hand back.
“Are you ok?” the man asked with evident concern.
He was by my side imdiately. It hurt, but it was nothing major; he lifted my hand to inspect my fingers with genuine worry. My heart leaped in my chest at his closeness and the warmth of his comforting hand around mine.
“I’m...Ah!” I said before letting out a small yelp.
What is he doing?
As suddenly as he appeared at my side, he lifted my fingers to his lips before his tongue erged from between his beautiful lips. The wetness of the tip of his tongue grazed my finger gently as I watched in pure shock at the sight of him licking my injured fingers.
“No...please...” I protested as embarrassnt rushed into my chest.
“Hold still,” he whispered, focusing on my fingers.
I gasped when my ring finger disappeared into the depths of his mouth. The warm wetness of his mouth enveloped my finger as he began sucking on it softly. I felt goosebumps form on my skin, and it felt like I was about to moan all the ti as his lips and tongue continued paying attention to my finger. My body suddenly felt extrely sensitive, and a soft whimper escaped my lips. He let go of my ring finger to engulf my other finger in his mouth.
“Ahhh...” I let out an unintentional moan at the sensation of his mouth sucking on my finger.
Why does it feel so...soothing?
“It should be better now...” he mumbled softly after slipping my wet finger out of his mouth.
Was this so dical technique common in this land that I wasn’t aware of?
He turned to smile at before slowly slipping his hand off my hand as if nothing had happened. I was speechless as I stared back at his handso face. Did that happen just now?
I wasn’t sure if it was because of the shock that I felt about him licking and sucking on my fingers or because his treatnt worked, but the fingers had stopped hurting. Should I thank him...?
“You need to be more careful and always pay attention to what is going on,” he reprimanded , although his tone wasn’t too stern.
“Right...” I mumbled in agreent.
“What are you making? It slls good...and looks good too...” he said as he looked over my shoulder at the pot.
“So soup with a lot of vegetables and pork rib stock,” I announced proudly.
After spending what felt like half an eternity convincing him that I was okay and didn’t need any help, the man gave up and sat on a chair at the table in the kitchen as he waited for food to be served. I felt like I could concentrate on cooking again now that he wasn’t standing too close to that our arms were practically touching.
--To be continued...
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