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Was is this hellfire in her mouth?! By the decree of social acceptability, the eldest of three couldn’t decline ever any suggestion and form of aiding anyone who asked. However, judging by how her tastebuds are torched and her jaw clenched, she should’ve reconsidered her moral policy. A measly bite into the pork bun and slowly, and painfully, the heiress accepted her role.
“Sophie-chan, is it good?!” Exasperated with a giant breath of pride swelling his chest, Ryu slams his hands on the countertop. A rising star in his own parents’ kitchen, Ryu’s upfront questioning was more than understandable from his mother’s side of the family. Perhaps that was were his affection for savory and deathly spicy foods came from.
“Mmmmrph.” Softly nodding her head, inhaling sharply to hold back her tears, Sophie continues her burning commitment. Another lump of spicy pork swallowed, she retired the bun onto her small plate and turned her face away from the child. She immediately took her glass of water. Without a second thought, the woman nearly tipped back her head, willingly chugging the cold drink without any sense of leaving good impressions.
However, one of her nerves were shot with last-minute cognizance. Tearfully, she took small sips of her water and cleared the corners of her eyes with the sleeve of her gray cardigan. She takes a deep breath, her throat tingling and the heat on her tongue thriving, and she slowly returns her attention to Ryu.
“I-It’s well-spiced, Ryu. I suppose you used chili oil for this?” Sophie nods her head, allowing for her short questions to lead to long-winded rants and explanations from the chef-to-be. always considerate and respectful of the younger generation, the eldest of three had to admit that any could talk away the hours in a day with the right topic and Ryu was no different.
As ill-fitted as she was for the dish, it didn’t mean she could completely lie in the situation.
“Oh, I know someone who’d love this,” Sophie hums as she takes another drink her glass. “He’s one of my older friends, but not as old as me, I promise,” she laughs dryly, resting her glass on top of the table. “You know how much he loves spicy stuff? That man carries around a bottle of tabasco sauce with him!”
“Tabasco sauce?” Ryu leans in, motioning his hand for an explanation. “Oh! It’s mostly an American spicy sauce that’s been popularized around the world, little one.” Sophie waves her hand. “I believe it’ll be in an import store...But, goodness, he is one meant to enjoy spice!”
“Mr. Kobayashi, he’s a very strong personality,” and a terrible cusser too, “but, I believe the two of you would get along! Food will always bring the people together and it’s a universal language!” Continuing in her explanation, the young woman wiggled her fingers into the depths of her slack’s pockets, retrieving her phone.
Asides the onslaught of text messages of the tabasco drinker’s sister and her senpai, most of the notifications on her screen were email-related and schedule reminders. With some hesitant and awkward tapping, the phone screen unlocked and she managed to find the gallery. The heiress hums, turning her phone and pushing it across the table for Ryu.
“That’s Mr. Kobayashi and his sister, she happens to be my wonderful apprentice. He’s among the tallest men I know and he’s 187 centimeters! His sister’s on the shorter end -- as am I. Though, Ryu, do not let the scowl fool you. Just like how simple the pork burn may look like on the outside, once you open it up, there’s something special. Mr. Kobayashi is just like that, just with gallons of hot sauce, coffee..” She clears her throat. “Fruits and vegetables on the inside. No, no, he has a kind heart is what I’m saying. ”
“Not only that, but he’s also a part of a wrestling team for his academy! That contact sport isn’t truly popular where I’m, but I’ve been wanting to learn more because of him. Maybe, if work is kind to me, I could arrange a surprise visit to one of his tournaments..”
“But, Mr. Kobayashi will certainly love this! How about I save two for him? I’ll be visiting his home today since I need to review some of my apprentice’s rough drafts. I promise I’ll tell him all about the wonderful chef who made it.”
