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Cod roe Rice Bowl with Avocado
Raw cod roe bowl with avocado, fried egg and seasoned seaweed is a delicious and nutritious dish that combines the delicate flavor of fresh cod roe with the creaminess of avocado, the richness of a fried egg and the umami taste of seasoned seaweed. Cod roe is a rich source of protein, vitamin B12, and omega-3 fatty acids, which are essential for maintaining a healthy brain and heart. Avocado is…
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#Avoca#AVOCADO#Avocado recipes#cod roe#korean rice bowl#rice bowl#rice bowl menu#rice bowl recipes#rice bowls
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i think one of the hardest parts about having so many dietary restrictions is like.. eating out ever with my family. i have to pay so much money for a meal i have to dissect. why am i paying $5+ for a burger patty on a plate with some condiments? without the bun its not filling at all, i need 3. $15 for the bare minimum satisfaction of feeling full. fries are a toss up because even if theyre not battered with egg or wheat, theyre very likely using the same fryers as batter that IS allergic and chicken to boot! so do i risk it? do i pay nearly $20 for a meal of unsatisfactory meat on a plate and fries that will likely make me sick? or do i save my money, come home, and eat rice and beans for the 23940829302nd meal in a row and want to cry? my husband never eats at his favorite restaurants anymore because none of them have anything i can eat. for his birthday we spent $200 at a restaurant that didnt have a single allergy-friendly thing on the menu, so i just sat there hungry while they ate. it fucking sucks.
#i wanted to go out to a museum for my birthday but then i realized it would be so hard and so expensive to eat i decided to cancel my plans#were about to go out and im like chewing on my nails trying to figure out what im going to do#im so fucking hungry and im so tired of rice and beans but there are only 2 places in town that serve shit i can actually eat#and theyre both so far out of the way of where were going that im considering just. trying. to eat burger king instead#but burger kings gf menu is tenuous at best#they dont even offer lettuce wraps you just get shit tossed in a bowl and no guarantee on the fries at all#not even all of their patties are gf!#thats so scary! gluten makes me so sick id rather get hit by a truck than eat it dude it hurts so much#eggs and chicken too! it SUCKS!!
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nothing can ever hurt me worse than kfc discontinuing my favourite item
#im still not over it#it was the popcorn chicken biriyani bucket and i always used to order it 😔#they replaced it with some awful rice bowl that has too much rich gravy and still zero taste. why did they do that to me#i still go on swiggy and zomato sometimes.#just to check if it's back on the menu. like a wife waiting for her dead husband to come back from the war
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fully obsessed with steamed snap peas.. does everyone know about this 🫛
#especially on top of a rice bowl…#today’s menu is rice seasoned w salt and sesame oil (someone from korea brought us back this INCREDIBLE sesame oil. chef’s kiss)#broccoli and a sunny side up egg. sauerkraut bc we ran out of kimchi at home. dash of soy sauce on top. and some sriracha mayo to round it#all out<333 and a GENEROUS helping of steamed snap peas<33 🫛🫛🫛
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TACO BELL AFTER WORK !!!!!! thank u for the enabling it was soooo gooddddd <333
so happy for u <333 WHAT DID YOU HAVEE
#i think the taco bell menu is different in diff countries rightt#i usually get a rice bowl and the grilled cheese burrito
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picky eater rant lol
#dear reader:#I'm getting it fucking twisted.#I swear to FUCKING SHIT#how hard is it to listen to people when they fucking talk to you#I said VEGETABLE fried rice you mentally deficient troglodyte#I understand that every human being is the champion god-king protagonist of their own story;#and things can go unobserved when details do not stroke the ego#but you would think after literal YEARS of ordering the one of TWO dishes from this restaurant#BOTH WITH 'VEGETABLE' AS THE PREFIX TO THE DAMN MENU OPTION#SOMEONE WOULD FUCKING REMEMBER#My day overall has been quite enjoyable up until this moment#However whenever I think of a 'relaxing evening' eating anticipated chinese food#I do not envision fishing for CHICKEN CHUNKS IN MY GODDAMN RICE#IT COMPLETELY ALTERS THE FLAVOR IN A SUBTLE WAY#“Subtle? If it's subtle what does it matter” Listen here motherfucker.#Do you think I want to roll the fucking roulette wheel with every forkful of fried rice#"Will I get a delicious hunk of rice#or am I going to bite down into a boulder of FUCKING CHICKEN#This is making a mountain out of a molehill here people#But sometimes the little things hit you in a way that taps into a veritable Wellspring of stored resentment#now I have to get another bowl dirty cause I don't want to eat the chicken#And YES#Foodwaste is terrible#food-waste contributes to the planetary decay our society has inflected upon the earth#It's a shame they wasted all this chicken by putting it INTO MY FUCKING FOOD#GODDAMMIT#at least the beef stick was cooked right#Fuckinell man.#I just wanted some snap peas and celery and the occasional carrot#rant over
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Uni and Scallop Don at Hana Don Japanese Cuisine & Bar Markham
Uni and Scallop Don at Hana Don Markham. #uni #chickenkatsuwithcheese #rawscallops a/U
Hana Don Japanese Cuisine & Bar located at 9255 Woodbine Ave Unit B14, Markham After a massage, my mom and I had a kid-free lunch date at Hana Don, a restaurant that I had my eye on for the longest time. We actually have had their food here before but in takeout form, so I feel like it doesn’t count. To enjoy fresh raw fish and their dons, you just have to eat the real thing at the restaurant…
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#"sea in a bowl"#9255 Woodbine Ave Unit B14#Chicken Katsu Set#Chicken Katsu with melted cheese#Hana Don Japanese Cuisine & Bar#Hana Don Markham#Hana Don Markham menu#Hana Don Markham reviews#Hana Don menu and prices#Hana Don Winterlicious menu#Hokkiado Don#Kyoto Don#Markham#sashimi topped on rice#uni don bowls
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what do you usually make for dinner? i’m looking for new things to try and the food you show in your photos always looks so tasty
Hi :) I have very seasonal menus, here are some of my go-to summer dishes:
Rice salad with lentils, maize, tomatoes, hard-boiled egg, rocket. My salad dressing is olive oil + sunflower oil + cider vinegar + Dijon mustard + whatever herbs I have at hand (usually thyme, basil, sage, rosemary)
I also make a salad-salad with the same dressing but with just lettuce and some rocket + walnuts + goat cheese + my homemade spicy plum-raisin chutney, or a fig chutney. Classic but delicious.
My laziest salads are potato-herring-red onions salad, or just grated carrots & black radish (and dressing obvs)
I love cold tomato soup in summer—I don't think I'm allowed to call it gazpacho because I don't like cucumber and have banished it from this recipe. It's just normal tomato soup with some olive oil, onion, garlic, Espelette pepper, and herbs, and I keep it in the fridge. I'm proud to say all the ingredients save the olive oil are from my greenhouse! Cold beetroot soup is also great, I often have cold soup with croûtons + a hard-boiled egg for supper (and then cheese + bread, and often dark chocolate + bread for dessert if I haven't made any dessert. Plus a fruit)
The chocolate tart I described here is to be eaten cold so it's a nice summer dessert (and breakfast). I keep carrot cake in the fridge too and since my recipe makes for a very moist cake it's very refreshing (I am positive I shared this recipe on here before but tumblr's blog search is useless :( It's my abuela's pastel de zanahoria esponjoso made with biscuit crumbs instead of flour, it's somewhere on this blog I swear, I remember illustrating it with a little carrot drawing 😭)
Another refreshing summer dessert is compote (or do you call it fruit purée?) Right now my favourite flavour is apple-plum (mostly because that's what I currently have and your own fruits always taste better<3) I just put a few (three?) apples to cook in a pan with a bit of water, a couple of tablespoons of sugar, a dash of lemon and a bunch of red plums, let it cook then blend it and put it in the fridge. Three weeks from now I will be drowning in blackberries and apple-blackberry will be my favourite flavour.
Quiche!! Endless possibilities with quiche. I like to make a quiche-ratatouille combo—I start with sautéing whatever vegetables I have (often courgettes, tomatoes, a couple of potatoes, maybe an aubergine & bell pepper, + Espelette pepper, onions, basil) in a pan with some olive oil; while it's cooking I prepare the body of the quiche in a bowl (20cL of milk, 2 or 3 tablespoons of flour, 2 eggs, some herbs and a tiny bit of olive oil for luck). I make a pie crust with flour, water, salt, oregano and olive oil (sorry I'm from the Mediterranean, I put herbs and olive oil everywhere). I spread the ratatouille on the pie crust then add the milk/egg mixture on top of it, then add little bits of cheese on top (gruyère or bleu or St Nectaire personally). I eat it with a side of rocket, it's perfect. And very colourful:
When I'm too lazy to do the ratatouille (and quiche) steps I just make a tomato tart—the same pie crust as above, then I spread Dijon mustard over it then cover it with sliced tomatoes, and add some (obligatory) herbs and olive oil. It's less effort and also looks very summery:
Some favourite autumn-spring dishes: vegetable lasagna, chilaquiles, hachis parmentier with mashed pumpkin, fish brandade, potato-courgette gratin (with blue cheese)... Then winter is for comfort foods like camembert fondue, risotto, calzones, pumpkin-chestnut soup, and crêpes—the savoury kind with sarrasin flour, what we call galettes. I grew up eating a ton of fish and seafood but I've curbed this habit due to environmental worries—hence why I'd like to raise edible fish in my greenhouse tanks! I get to eat a lot of eggs thanks to my hens, but I don't eat meat very often—hardly ever in summer except if I'm invited for dinner at someone's house. Sometimes I buy a homemade duck terrine from my neighbour and have a tartine for apéritif. My cold-season dishes call for ham in galettes and chicken in chilaquiles / risotto / quesadillas, and I make my hachis parmentier with duck. But yeah soup / salad / 'ratatouille quiche' and pasta with veggie sauce are my staples.
This list lacks pasta, I eat a lot of pasta. But mostly in autumn and spring; I just prepare my sauce in summer and store it for later. I also prepare & freeze a lot of soup and vegetable mash in summer with my greenhouse harvests. I often eat green beans as a side with my crêpes or other winter dishes because they grow so fast and incessantly in summer, my freezer ends up stuffed with bags of green beans. My usual pasta sauce is pretty much the same ratatouille combo as above (minus the potatoes so it's less thick), sauté'ed in a pan with olive oil, I also add an egg, parmesan (sometimes extra blue cheese or emmental) and liquid cream, then blend everything. I have a lot of courgettes and tomatoes right now, industrial quantities of basil and rocket, and beautiful Ecuador purple chili, so I've been making lots of jars of this sauce and also my new basil-rocket-cashew pesto! October-me will be thankful.
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Imagine that there's a restaurant. Lots of people go to the restaurant regularly. It has a pretty wide range of tasty menu items.
Over time, the restaurant decides that they no longer care about having a diverse menu. They whittle it down to just a few dishes. People complain. The restaurant is just like, sorry.
One day, the restaurant decides to get rid of their delicious triple berry pancakes. Everyone likes them - they're perfectly fluffy inside and crisp on the outside. They have won awards and are constantly praised by the press.
Tens of thousands of people appear before the restaurant. They say that if they bring back the pancakes, they will happily eat at the restaurant and probably sometimes chow down on other dishes sometimes, too.
Instead of addressing the pancake-hungry mob, the manager pretends that they can't hear them. He sticks his fingers in his ears and pretends they don't exist.
His wife tells him that she likes Plain White Sauce. He makes dozens of vats of this sauce. The mob is still protesting.
Then one day the manager goes outside. He still does not address the massive mob of pancake aficionados. Instead, he grabs a group of people walking by. As the mob watches with dissatiafied eyes, the manager tells the family that he is offering up a new dish: Plain White Rice. Only $15.49 unless you don't want a random Lucky Charms marshmallow in the bowl, too, in which case it's $22.99
@netflix do you see where I'm going with this?
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𖦹°。⋆ osamu as a best friend
⟡ cw: not much really but lmk if im wrong
⟡ a/n: i was really hungry writing this.
⟡ best friend series: suna, atsumu, kita, aran, || masterlist
best friend osamu who you met in your second year of middle school when you both fought over the last onigiri in the lunch line.
best friend osamu who gave in and let you have it.
best friend osamu who was surprised the next day when you brought him onigiri you made at home because you felt bad.
best friend osamu who you got closer to when you found out you were going to the same high school and were placed in the same class.
best friend osamu who would occasionally skip practice just to hang out with you.
best friend osamu who noticed you were bad at packing your own food so he started bringing you bento boxes that had something new in them every day (but always had onigiri)
best friend osamu who would ask you to stay and watch him practice so he wouldn't have to deal with atsumu's tantrums alone.
best friend osamu who asked the coach if you could sit on the bench with him at games since the team didn't have a manager (you ended up becoming one by accident because of this but you're not complaining)
best friend osamu who would make you watch cooking competitions on your weekend hangouts.
best friend osamu who had to block suna on your phone because he kept sending you embarassing pictures of osamu.
best friend osamu who you went to college with because you have learned that you can't live without his lunches.
best friend osamu who knocked on your dorm every morning to make sure you don't oversleep your classes.
best friend osamu who has a key to your dorm because you still wouldn't wake up so he would barge in and hit you with a pillow.
best friend osamu who stayed up all night with you to study because you have an awful attention span.
best friend osamu who opened onigiri miya after graduation thanks to your encouragement (also gave you a temp job there until you got your offical career started)
best friend osamu who named an item on the menu after you as a way to ask you to be his girlfriend.
best friend osamu who is now boyfriend osamu who is covered in rice because you forgot you had a bowl of rice in your hands when you went to go hug and kiss him to say yes to being his girlfriend.
#𖦹°。⋆ 𝓃𝒾𝓃𝒾#osamu x reader#haikyuu x reader#osamu miya#osamu miya x reader#haikyuu fluff#osamu miya fluff#osamu fluff#osamu x reader fluff#osamu miya x reader fluff
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can i request dazai and tetchou (separately) reacting to their s/o (fem) putting a flower crown on their head saying "for my fave boii!!!"
i got this idea from....my head! ofcourse :3
please , no pressure, take ur time! :DDD
This is my first ever request! Thank you so much for requesting!!! I hope you enjoy!!! 💕 (I made a little scenario to go with it)
Characters: Osamu Dazai, Tetcho Suehiro
x Fem Reader
~❀~ A Crown for My Favorite Boy ~❀~
˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ❀ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ❀ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ❀ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ❀
OSAMU DAZAI-
“Oh, my sweet, sweet belladonna we finally have time for ourselves!” He dramatically falls on the grass.
Dazai thought it would be a splendid idea to take you out on a date to the park…. while you both were working.
-FLASHBACK-
Dazai swivels his way to your desk placing reaching out to you, “Helloooooo my love!”
You don’t have to face him to see that he’s planning something mischievous.
“Hello to you too,” You peck his cheek and go back to typing on your laptop.
He pouts, “Pay attention to meeeeee!”
“Osamu, the day just started, won’t you at least do some paperwork?” You look at him for a moment.
He puts a finger to his chin in a thinking pose, “Hmmmm…... nope!”
You sigh.
Dazai suddenly jumps up from his seat, seemingly with an idea. “I just had the most magnificent idea!”
You look at him from your chair, “And what exactly is that idea?”
“We shall go…… on a DATE!” he says
You just stare at him.
“Osamu, we are in the beginning of the workday.”
“Even so my dear, my love for you goes knows no bounds!” he takes your hands. “Lets goooooo!” Pulling you out of your seat and racing to the door.
“Wait! Hold on samu!”
-END of FLASHBACK-
You smile softly at him, feeling the grass between your fingers. You take notice of the pink flowers near you.
You pick some of them.
“What are you doing, my sweet?”
You cover the flowers with your hand, “Nothing samu, just close your eyes for a moment.”
“Close my eyes? Ooooo I like where this is going.” He smirks at you.
You deadpan at him, “Not like that dummy, shut your eyes, okay.”
“Hmmmm, okay.” Dazai shuts his eyes.
You take a moment, “Okay, sit up but still keep your eyes close.”
Dazai hums as he sits up.
You place a pink and white flower crown on his head.
“There! You can open them now!”
Dazai opens his eyes feeling something on his head.
“A flower crown for my favorite boy!” You smile at him.
He looks up then down back to you.
“You’re the cutest girl in the world.” He leans down and places a kiss on your lips, with you returning the same gesture.
~❀~❀~❀~❀~❀~
TETCHO SUEHIRO-
Tetcho is sitting at the dining table with a bowl of rice with …. sugar... when you call out to him.
“Tetcho! Are you working this Saturday?”
He puts his chopsticks down, “No, I’m off that day, why?”
You walk towards him with your phone in hand, “Theres going to be a flower festival this Saturday, do you think we can go, please?!” You show him the website of the festival.
He grabs your phone, “It looks pleasant, yes we can go.”
“Yay! I’m so excited I’m going to go pick out an outfit right now.” You run back to your bedroom.
Tetcho smiles and goes back to eating.
-SATURDAY-
“Are you excited Tetcho?” you say to him while holding on to his arm.
He looks to you and smiles, “Yes, there’s a lot of different colored flowers, it all looks pretty.”
“I’m glad,” You look around at some of the stalls, “Oh look they have some snow cones! Let’s get some!”
You let go of his arm and walk to the stall looking at the menu.
“Hmmmm, I’m gonna get a strawberry one, which one do you want Tetcho?”
Tetcho looks at the menu, “I’ll get the same as you.”
“Can we have two strawberry cones one with shimichi please.” He says to the vendor.
“Shimichi?” questions the vendor.
“Yes, do you have any?”
“Well, yes but shimichi?” The vendor asks looking at you now.
You just nod.
“Coming right up then.”
The vendor gives you both the snow cones after two minutes. Both you and Tetcho walk towards a little hill away from the rest of the crowd.
“Its so pretty here!”
Tetcho nods as he finishes up his cone.
“Can you hold my cone for a moment please?”
Tetcho takes it, “What are you going to do?”
You smile at him, “You’ll see.” You stand up and began picking up yellow flowers. Once you gathered all you need you sit back down and get to work.
“Alright I’m all done!” You put your finished flower crown on Tetcho head. “For my favorite boy! A flower crown!!”
Tetcho gives you a soft look. “Your handiwork is incredible, my love.”
“Awww thank you honey!” he gives you a kiss on your cheek.
˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ❀ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ❀ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ❀ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ❀
Hope you enjoy! I had a little bit of trouble with Tetcho but it was fun :)
destinyisastar 2024
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#bungo stray dogs#bsd x reader#dazai osamu x reader#dazai osamu#osamu dazai x reader#bungo stray dogs x reader#tetchou x reader#tetchou suehiro#tetchō suehiro#tecchou x reader#tetchou suehiro x reader#bungou stray dogs fluff#bsd fluff#dazai x reader
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Everyone get seaweed soup in their birthdays
Do you really think so, Anon?
I can't imagine you would say this if you had any idea of what life is like on a military base. I'm going to explain it to you because you weren't rude, just wrong
See, I'm not an asshole all the time
Let's start with logistics:
There are 360 THOUSAND soldiers in the ROK army. Just the army.
Have you ever seen a large scale kitchen that serves thousands of meals a day? It's a pretty industrial place, Anon, and everything - from the steamers to the spatulas - is scaled up in size to make sure enough food for comes out at set meal times.
The people who work in those kitchens work bloody hard. There's no time for fucking around when there are hungry soldiers needing food. I know this because my ex-partner was an army cook.
There's no table sevice in the barracks dining room.
Huge trays of basic food are set out and its a help-yourself system for the staples like rice and kimchi. But the soldiers line up with trays for the rationed parts of the meals, and the cooks serve those on a production line so they can stay within a set budget for meals.
Yes they have a buget to work to, and menues are set with a fixed number of meal varieties available.
Seaweed soup isn't on the menu every day. And they don't make individual batches for individual soldiers.
The cooks don't go searching for anyone having a birthday and present them with a bowl of soup. You know that, right?
For soldiers, a birthday is like any other day.
(Unless you're Park Jimin)
It's either on the menu, or its not.
Today it was on the menu. Today is Jimin's birthday. Could it be a coincidence?
Yes it could.
Is it likely?
I think not.
The 5th division has at least 10000, maybe 20000 soldiers. Included in that number are two of the most famous Korean men IN THE WORLD and one of them works in the kitchens. There's ZERO chance that the pair of them have gone unnoticed, you know?
I'm not saying Jungkook is in charge of setting out the menus, but he is charming, hard working, highly skilled and motivated.
He is the man who climbs mountains to fetch snow.
He's the king of grand gestures.
However it came to be, the menu for today - Jimin's birthday - includes the traditional birthday meal that a parent would usually make. (Seaweed soup is associated with postpartum health which is why it's served on birthdays).
So no, everyone does not get seaweed soup on their birthday. That would be like another country's military providing birthday cake for soldiers on their birthday. They get whats on the menu, they don't get a party.
It's the army, not kindergarten.
I hope that clears it up for you.
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Night Off
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Paring: PowerBttmYunjin x SubTop!Male Reader
Genre: Smut
Requested: Ight I couldn’t tell if u write this type of thing or not but can you please do a huh yunjin x male reader smut where they’ve been dating for a while and he help her with her practice then afterwards they get something to eat then go home and have sex thank you
More: Masterlist
A/n: I apologize for the delay in posting this. I've been very busy with school and extracurricular activities, which is why this remained unfinished in my drafts.
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The cool breeze of the early autumn evening whispered through the leaves, playing a soft melody as it danced around the figure standing alone on the rooftop. Yunjin, dressed in a simple black hoodie and sweatpants, her hair tied back in a low ponytail, took a deep breath, savoring the crisp air that filled her lungs. She looked out over the sprawling cityscape, the lights twinkling like stars scattered across the dark fabric of the night. The quiet was a stark contrast to the deafening cheers she was used to hearing from the stage below, but she cherished these moments of solitude. They allowed her to reconnect with the world outside the glitz and glamour of K-pop stardom.
Her thoughts drifted to her partner, M/n, who had been nothing but supportive in her journey. They had been dating for several months now, and their relationship had grown stronger with each passing day. He knew her better than anyone, understanding the pressures she faced and the sacrifices she made for her career. And tonight, as he had many times before, he offered to help her with her vocal practice. His gentle guidance and encouraging words had always brought out the best in her, pushing her to reach new heights with every note she sang.
As she took a sip of her tea, the warm liquid seemed to melt away the stress of the day. Her thoughts drifted back to M/n and the way he had looked at her during their practice session. His eyes had been filled with admiration and a hint of something more, something that made her heart flutter. She knew he had a busy schedule of his own, but he always made time for her when she needed it most. It was a rare gift in their demanding world, one that she treasured deeply.
They had decided to grab a bite to eat at their favorite local restaurant, a cozy little place that served the best ddeokbokki in town. The smell of spicy rice cakes sizzling in the sauce filled the air, making their mouths water as they walked in. The owner, an older woman with a perpetual smile, waved them over to their usual table in the corner. They slid into the plush booth, the familiar comfort of the place wrapping around them like a warm blanket.
M/n ordered their usual - a spicy seafood ddeokbokki for two - while Yunjin picked at the menu, her appetite not quite as voracious as his. She finally settled on a bulgogi rice bowl, her eyes meeting his as she handed the menu back to the waitress. He smirked, knowing she'd end up eating most of his food anyway. As they waited, they chatted about their day, sharing stories and laughter that seemed to resonate through the intimate space.
"Here we go, the best ddeokbokki in Seoul," M/n exclaimed, his eyes lighting up as the steaming plate of rice cakes was set before them. The tangy aroma of the spicy sauce mixed with the sweetness of the dough brought a smile to Yunjin's lips. They dug in, the chewy texture and explosion of flavors a delightful contrast to the quiet evening they'd had so far.
As they ate, their conversation grew more personal, sharing their fears and hopes for the future. Yunjin spoke candidly about the pressure of maintaining her image and the constant need to improve. M/n listened intently, his hand reaching over to gently squeeze hers. "You're already incredible, Yunjin," he said, his voice low and soothing. "You don't need to change for anyone."
The comfort in his words was like a balm to her soul. She looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Thank you," she whispered, feeling a weight lift from her shoulders. He leaned in, his thumb brushing a stray tear from her cheek, and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. The warmth of his touch spread through her body, igniting a fire she hadn't realized had been smoldering all evening.
Their meal continued with a newfound intimacy, their laughter more genuine and their smiles brighter. They talked about their future, their dreams, and the secret moments they shared when the cameras weren't rolling. It was easy to forget the world outside their bubble, especially when their food arrived, a symphony of flavors that sang in harmony with their shared love for each other. They ate with gusto, stealing glances and smiles in between bites, their bond growing stronger with every shared taste.
After they finished their meal, they walked hand in hand through the quiet streets, the cool air a gentle caress on their skin. They didn't speak much, content in the comfortable silence that had grown between them. The city was a blur of lights and sounds, but all that mattered was the steady beat of their hearts and the warmth of their entwined fingers.
When they reached M/n's apartment, the tension between them grew palpable. They stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind them like a lock sealing in their secret world. He led her to the living room, where the soft glow of a single lamp cast a warm, inviting light. She sat down on the couch, watching as he moved to the stereo, selecting a playlist of their favorite songs. The first notes of a slow, sensual ballad filled the air, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.
M/n turned to face her, his eyes dark with desire. "Let's take this to the next level," he murmured, his voice a seductive promise that sent a thrill through her. She nodded, her pulse quickening as he approached her, his steps deliberate and predatory. He took her hands in his, pulling her to her feet, and their bodies collided with a fierceness that stole her breath. His lips claimed hers, the kiss a declaration of war against the boundaries that had held them back.
Yunjin melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck as he deepened the kiss. His hands roamed her body, exploring every curve and plane with a reverence that made her feel worshiped. She gasped as his teeth grazed her bottom lip, the sting of pain quickly replaced by the sweetness of his tongue. They broke apart, panting, their eyes locked in a silent challenge. He took a step back, his gaze raking over her before he took her hand and led her to his bedroom.
The room was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the moon's silver beam that sneaked through the curtains. He guided her to the bed, and she sat, her legs swinging open and inviting. He didn't need a second invitation. M/n knelt before her, his eyes never leaving hers as he slowly untied her shoes and peeled off her socks. The simple act was loaded with erotic tension, each touch a promise of what was to come. He slid her sweatpants down her legs, revealing the black lace panties that clung to her hips like a second skin.
Yunjin felt a thrill run through her as he traced a finger along the waistband. She leaned back, her heart racing as he hooked his fingers under the lace and slid them down, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. He took his time, savoring the sight of her. He kissed the inside of her thighs, his breath hot against her skin. His mouth found its way to the apex of her legs, and she gasped as his tongue flicked over her clit. She was already wet and ready for him, the anticipation making her shiver with need.
M/n's hands roamed up her body, cupping her breasts through her hoodie. He teased her nipples, rolling them gently between his thumbs and forefingers until they were hard and sensitive. He pulled the hoodie over her head, tossing it aside to reveal the matching black lace bra that barely contained her. He took his time unclasping it, the slow reveal making her squirm with impatience. When her breasts spilled out, he took one in his mouth, sucking and nipping until she was arching her back and moaning his name.
Their bodies were a tapestry of desire, a dance of hands and mouths that knew every inch of each other by heart. He kissed her collarbone, tracing a path down to her navel, his tongue dipping inside to tickle the sensitive spot that made her squirm. Yunjin's fingers found his hair, pulling him closer as he made his way back up, leaving a trail of wet kisses in his wake. When he reached her mouth again, she tasted herself on him, a heady combination that made her want more.
M/n stood, his own passion clear through the bulge in his pants. He took a moment to shed his clothes, revealing a body that was toned and lean from years of dance and exercise. He stepped out of his jeans, and his cock sprang free, thick and hard. Yunjin licked her lips, eager to feel him inside her. He took his time, teasing her with feather-light touches as he climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs.
With a wicked smile, she pushed him onto his back and straddled him, her eyes never leaving his. She took his length in her hand, stroking it gently before guiding it to her entrance. The head nudged against her, and she lowered herself, inch by inch, until he was buried deep within her. She threw her head back, her hair a curtain around them, as she moaned with pleasure. The sensation of being filled by him was exquisite, a feeling she never tired of.
"O-oh, oh! god, Yunjin," M/n gasped, his eyes rolling back as she began to ride him with a confidence that made his heart race. Her movements were fluid, each stroke a masterful blend of passion and power. Her hips rocked back and forth, the friction sending waves of pleasure through him. He could feel her muscles tightening around him, a vice grip that only made him harder.
"You like that baby?" Yunjin murmured, a wicked glint in her eye as she watched M/n's reaction to her movements. He could only nod, his eyes squeezed shut, his jaw clenched as she took control of the rhythm. Her hips moved in a sinuous dance, her inner muscles squeezing and releasing around his length, eliciting gasps and moans from his parted lips.
"I need you to talk to me, M/n," she purred, her voice a sweet siren's call that sent shivers down his spine. "D-do you like that baby? Tell me how it feels," she demanded, her hips rolling in a mesmerizing rhythm that had him on the edge.
He could only manage to whine, "Y-Yunjin, you're so tight, so warm." His voice was a desperate plea, a testament to the exquisite pleasure she wrung from his body. Her breasts bounced with every movement, the sight making his cock throb even more. Her eyes never left his, a silent challenge that he was utterly incapable of resisting.
With each roll of her hips, M/n felt himself losing control. Her power over him was absolute, and he reveled in the sweet surrender. He felt her getting wetter, her walls clutching him tighter, urging him closer to the precipice of climax. "Fuck, M-mommy," he murmured, his hands gripping her hips, trying to steady himself against the onslaught of sensation.
Yunjin leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his chest as she picked up the pace. The friction was delicious, their skin slick with sweat as they moved in perfect harmony. She could feel his cock pulse inside her, a silent declaration of his impending release. She leaned down, her breath hot against his ear. "Cum for Mommy," she whispered, her voice a seductive command that sent him over the edge.
M/n's body tensed, his moans growing louder as he obeyed her command. His hips bucked up to meet her, his release flooding her with warmth. The feeling sent her own orgasm crashing over her, her walls clenching around him as she rode out the waves of pleasure. She collapsed onto his chest, her breathing ragged as she reveled in the aftermath of their shared climax.
For a moment, they lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in a frantic symphony. Then, with a sigh, she shifted, rolling off him and onto her side, taking him with her. He nuzzled into the crook of her neck, his cock still half-hard and nestled against her thigh. She stroked his hair, her fingers tracing patterns on his scalp that made him purr with contentment.
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ᡣ𐭩 •。ꪆৎ ˚⋅ 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥�� 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩, 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐦 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐣𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬
𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞!
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫! 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐛𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭
a bowl of white rice, miso soup, a plate of grilled salmon, and a desert depending on what’s available. that has always been the menu for as long as you can remember and you were fine with it. sticking to the same thing can save you the time stressing over what to cook but thanks to your growing stomach, you wanted a change of pace.
a memory long buried in your brain resurfaced when you felt your baby kick. whenever your mother felt you kick in her fifth month mark, your father would always make her his famous curry. nostalgia got the better of you so you got to digging into the pantry.
“caught you.” you got the curry box from high up in the shelf with a triumph smile. it seemed that your t-rex arms could reach great heights.
“love of mine.”
that chilling voice’s hot breath, brushes again your ear, muscular arms wrapping around your figure as you froze in his embrace.
just when you were enjoying life, he had to ruin it.
“why didn’t you use the stool i bought you? what if you got hurt? what if the shelf got loose and fell on you?”
he coos each worry with a glossy eyes as he cups your cheeks, kissing you deeply. you only closed your eyes and gently pull away from his affection.
“i…i didn’t hear you come in.”
“well, that’s because you were so engrossed in trying to make dinner, oh, my adorable wife, working her magic to make me food.”
he sighs lovingly as he took the curry box and set it in the counter. he opens a bottom cabinet and pulls out a pot.
“you were craving your fathers curry, right? you’ve done enough work for today, let me spoil my cute, pregnant wife.”
“wait, let me cook, you just got out of work and you said texted me that you were stressed with-”
“love of mine.” he says in that tone. though he was still smiling his eyes say another story all together. you swallowed a lump and you instead took his briefcase with your head slightly bowed low, avoiding his gaze.
“i-i’ll put this in your office.”
“thank you, wifey.” with hearts around him, you existed the kitchen. his smile was replaced with a deep frown. even after all this time you still haven’t warmed up to him.
not after he was so loving with you.
“oh, well.” relationships take time to develop so it was only a matter of time til you realize that you didn’t have much of a choice.
“did you go to the ob-gyn by yourself?” the hairs on your arm stood up, especially how he said it to casually. you gripped your utensils a little tighter. there was no use in lying. it was obvious this freak had planted most of your jewelry with tracking devices.
“i didn’t want you…to miss work for something…so trivial.” your voice dies down with each word you croaked out. he sets his utensils down and takes your cold and shivering hand in his big and warm one.
“it’s a husbands duty to be involved with their wives pregnancy. you know how my boss is always so, very understanding, it’ll be a paid leave.”
yea, that’s cause you threatened to kill him if he didn’t follow your demands, you thought bitterly in your head.
“ok.” shifting your hand, both your fingers intertwined, hopefully this would calm him down, and it worked.
“now let’s continue eating, wouldn’t want our little girl to be starving.”
how the fuck did he know it was a girl?
and as if he read your mind, he replied with.
“i went to the hospital when you left and the doctor gave me the ultrasound. i’m so happy that she’s a healthy girl, just like you, my love.”
“is…that so?”
“yup! on the way home, i was already thinking about baby names! should we get those girly baby clothes or those unisex ones? you know what? i’ll get them both!”
to think this was the same man that killed your talking-stage when you were in high school. he even showed you how many knife wounds he gave the poor boy. the only reason why you have yet to escape from him was because he threatened to kill someone and because you had your precious little girl in you.
there no point in escaping. you might as well just play house with him til you’re old and wrinkly. but you could agree with him in one thing.
you hopped your child won’t end up like her father.
(𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨��𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬!)
𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠! 𝐩𝐥𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠!!
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A Single Grain
Part 1 (ft. Riddle and Silver) I Part 2 (ft. Trey and Kalim) I Part 3 (ft. Jade and Lilia) I Part 4 (ft. Deuce and Jamil) I Part 5 (ft. Malleus and Ruggie) | Part 6 (ft. Cater and Rook) | Part 7 (ft. Sebek and Floyd) | Part 8 (ft. Ace and Idia) | Part 9 (ft. Leona and Epel) | Part 10 (ft. Jack and Vil) | Bonus (ft. Grim)
In which Gordon Ramsay-kun is isekai’d into Twisted Wonderland. Part Food Wars, part Hell’s Kitchen, all Master Chef—Night Raven College isn’t ready to take on this Michelin Star celebrity!!
An octopus concerned with sales and a robot that only recently gained a heart… They’re Gordon Ramsay’s final hurdles to instill a respect for food and cooking in the NRC boys!
Finally, FINALLY I'm done with this shitpost of a series 🤡
Imagine this...
“Gordon-san~”
The master chef shuddered to look up from his station, knowing exactly what was awaiting him. That sickeningly coy, dulcet purr could only belong to a certain sleazy student--but as the instructor, Gordon had an obligation to answer his call. Groaning, a fuck me on the tip of his tongue, he met Azul head-on.
The boy had sidled up, a red-colored clump of risotto in his hands and his lips arranged into an all-too-familiar grin. He had taken care to tuck as much of his silvery hair under a chef's cap, and there was not so much as a stain upon his jacket.
Pristine, just as he wished to be perceived as.
“Is this amount of filling appropriate for the croquettes?” Azul presented his rice ball, indicating the mound of cheese and herbs in the center.
“Yes, it’s fine.”
The blunt response thrown out, Gordon returned to his mise en place—chopping the vegetables for a fried rice. It was clean, precise work. Chop, chop, chop, then the medley of colors tossed into their own bowls. Orange carrots, green broccoli, yellow corn, pink shrimp.
“Gordon-san.”
A twinge of annoyance.
He set down his knife. “What is it now?”
“What do you think of the shape?” Azul had completely formed the sphere, which fit in his palm. The insides were covered up by more rice. “Too large, and it won’t fry thoroughly in the oil. Too little, and it will surely burn.”
Gordon eyed it with a grunt. “It works. Throw it in some breadcrumbs and get to cooking.”
“Certainly, sir!”
Azul retreated.
Gordon sighed.
Peace, he knew, was short lived. A minute or so later, his too-eager pupil began once more.
“Gordon-san, I’d like your opinion on the color,” Azul called. He spooned his rice croquettes from a frying pan. They were a crisp, golden crimson-brown, still sizzling with heat.
"It looks exactly like the photo from the recipe book.”
"Thank you! I’m honored to receive your praise." Azul beamed smugly as he deposited the balls onto a plate. "Now then! What do you make of selling these as an appetizer? I do believe 1500 madol for three is a fair price for the cost of ingredients and labor."
Gordon threw his arms up. "This is the fifth time today, Ashengrotto. Are you going to keep asking me for feedback on your lounge’s menu plans like this?!"
Azul drew back with a gasp, feigning offense. “I’m making small talk! Is it so wrong to try and get to know one’s teacher—who just so happens to be a well-traveled, skilled chef with incredible business acumen?”
The stare Gordon retaliated with could have burned holes into mountains. Azul held his gaze and lightly scoffed.
“From one restauranteur to another… Why, I’d be a fool to pass up this opportunity!! You cannot fault a student for wishing to make the most of your wisdom.”
“… Get back to work. This class is for making food, not for cooking up business strategies.” He squinted at Azul’s croquettes. “And this time, try making your own filling.”
“What? My own…?” The octopus pushed his glasses up.
“You’ve already demonstrated you can reproduce the original dish without a problem. This is your chance to get creative with whatever’s in the pantry.” Gordon cocked a brow. “You can do it, can’t you?”
“Of course I can. What do you take me for, an amateur?”
Gordon's senses were as sharp as the blade of his knife.
He didn’t miss the slight stutter in Azul’s voice, a chink in his armor. It was a small glimpse of that unconfident part of himself that the octopus so often shunted away.
He may have grown up in a restaurant, but maybe he hasn’t had much experience cooking himself? Might explain why he clings so closely to what’s written down.
“Ashengrotto—”
“If you’ll excuse me,” Azul declared a little louder than he would have liked. “I will be certain to present you with a uniquely delicious filling of my own creation—no, three!”
He fell in line beside a small student in visors, the cut of his clothes blockier and studier than his own. It was of an unnatural origin--manmade, meant to imitate a chef--but the ensemble fit him perfectly.
The young boy flipped a hamburger patty juicy with grease into the air--and it fell in a narrow arc, landing atop a mound of rice. A sunny side egg followed, its golden center wobbling upon impact. With a sprinkle of finely sliced scallions, the dish was done.
He smiled, showing sharp teeth. "Recipe complete. Now proceeding to the judging stage!"
"Already?!" Gordon cried, jaw dropping. "The rice alone should have taken 30 minutes. Everything else is about 15 minutes. Bit fast to be finished now."
"You don't need to worry! My Cooking Gear is outfitted with various tools to help expedite the process."
"You and Idia-san have truly outdone yourselves with this new gear," Azul gushed. "It's quite efficient."
He passed a subtle glance at Ortho's towering hat. Azul had witnessed it pop open earlier, revealing a hidden rice cooking chamber. While the main starch had steamed, Ortho had worked on his other preparations.
"Hehe. Thank you, Azul Ashengrotto-san! I'm sure Nii-san will be pleased to hear about these promising preliminary results."
"Well... You technically didn't use magic for this, so I'll let it go."
"Yay~ That's one step closer to clearing this mission!! All that's left is the tasting."
Gordon, bewildered, watched as the platter of loco moco floated itself over to him. It was a technological marvel of Ortho's own design.
"Please dig it! I have recreated the recipe to 99.9% accuracy, right down to the original chef's technique, so I am confident that it tastes good."
Gordon blinked as he carefully accepted the plate from the air. Prodding a fork into the yolk, it burst and ran down the hamburger and rice in thick, fatty rivulets.
He hesitated in bringing a bite to his mouth.
"Hm? Is something the matter?" Ortho paused. "Oh, if it isn't to your liking, let me know and I can adjust the seasoning to suit your personal preferences. The Cooking Gear may be for everyday kitchen use, but it is also capable of analyzing flavor profiles and generating optimal variants if prompted with a base recipe."
"It's not that. I just don't think I've ever had a class go this smoothly.” Rice drenched in luxurious yolk fell onto Gordon’s tongue. “Usually there's some problem. Students that lack discipline or focus, need extra instruction, have no respect for the recipes or kitchen safety..."
"Wah, it sounds like you've been through some tough times, Gordon Ramsay-san... It seems there is much more to being a chef than just producing dishes."
“You’re right about that, my darling. There’s still a lot for you to learn—things that fancy Cooking Gear can’t teach you, like how to deal with insufferable donkeys and idiot sandwiches.”
“… I’m afraid I don’t compute.”
"Oh, you poor, unfortunate soul," Azul cut in, warbling in agreement. "Why, I've experienced the very same! You wouldn't believe how combative Floyd can be when he's not in the mood for cooking and we have a line of hungry customers lining up.
"Running an eatery is but a team effort, wouldn't you say? As teacher and students,m sharing the same kitchen, we should place more trust in one another."
Not this again.
“There’s truth to what you’re saying, but I get the feeling you’re leading into another business idea,” Gordon grumbled. “And this isn’t the time for that.”
“We can include Ortho-san in our conversation if you’re concerned. It would be wonderful to have the perspective of an underclassman.”
“You want the free child labor,” Gordon guessed.
“Volunteer work,” Azul countered. “It would look good on a resume.”
“If it’s running a simulation of projected sales or something of the like, I’ve got you!”
“No, no, DON’T ‘get’ him!!”
“Aww, but it sounded interesting.”
"Listen here." Gordon set down his fork and set his sights upon his students. "What you have is a good basis, a solid grasp of the fundamentals and how to read a recipe. We can build off of that, but it doesn't have to mean setting up a restaurant or making combinations a computer came up with. Food can be many other things.
"Food is what grounds us, giving us nutrition and energy so that we may survive. Food is an art form, feeding our souls and imaginations. Food is to socialize, shared among friends and family to make memories. Food is a skill, technical and taught. Food is connection and culture, rich with love and history."
And he, tasked with it. Preparing, serving.
That knowledge, Gordon realized, was like rice. A single grain of rice can become an entire field, flushed gold with opportunity. It was grown, harvested, given back to the earth... and the cycle began anew, feeding and nourishing countless.
He nodded resolutely. "Let's cultivate not only your cooking abilities, but also your appreciation for food as a whole."
"... My, my. Spoken like a true Master Chef!" A slow smirk found its way onto Azul's face. "I could ask for no better instructor."
"Azul Ashengrotto-san is right!" Ortho chimed in. "We're so lucky to have a teacher like you to guiding us."
Gordon found his own mouth quirking as he wiped it.
These boys, his rising stars, grains of rice with potential yet to be realized.
"Alright, that's enough of paying lip service. Ashengrotto, your new filling. Shroud, let's see you do the same with your own take on loco moco."
"Yes, Chef!"
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