[Still watching Zeno with the shy gaze of a rare forest creature, Shin-Ah quietly nodded and returned to his handiwork. After a moment's careful study, he chose the most well formed of the batch and held it out for Zeno to take.
Silently, he seemed to be asking Zeno to try and assess for himself.]
[He accepts it and bites it. To be fair, Zeno is so accepting of food that he goes to every dish, no matter if done by an inexpert person or a restaurant chef, with a high tolerance. Even moreso if done with love or care. It might be in big part because of the hunger and famine he's lived through and seen others starve to death for. But honestly, the root is a habit he picked up from Kaya.
The low expectations are well met and exceeded. At Yoon's level? Hell no, not yet. But they're better than Yona's riceballs already. Of course, she also tries her best. His head shines like the light of a soft fireplace.]
While his skills were still mediocre at best, it pleased him to know that his handiwork at least tasted good. He would have no shame in sharing them, in that case-- and he could sleep comfortably knowing that someone, somewhere, would be decently happy with the food he made.
Was this how people who were good at cooking felt about their work, he wondered?]
Yup! It just needs more salt. [He finishes it and licks a couple of grains from his fingers.] It's hard to calculate the right amount, so you only need practice.
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Silently, he seemed to be asking Zeno to try and assess for himself.]
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[He accepts it and bites it. To be fair, Zeno is so accepting of food that he goes to every dish, no matter if done by an inexpert person or a restaurant chef, with a high tolerance. Even moreso if done with love or care. It might be in big part because of the hunger and famine he's lived through and seen others starve to death for. But honestly, the root is a habit he picked up from Kaya.
The low expectations are well met and exceeded. At Yoon's level? Hell no, not yet. But they're better than Yona's riceballs already. Of course, she also tries her best. His head shines like the light of a soft fireplace.]
Dere wud! [He swallows.] I mean, they're good~!
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While his skills were still mediocre at best, it pleased him to know that his handiwork at least tasted good. He would have no shame in sharing them, in that case-- and he could sleep comfortably knowing that someone, somewhere, would be decently happy with the food he made.
Was this how people who were good at cooking felt about their work, he wondered?]
It is...?
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