[ look at his fucking outfit "he's blind" look at his ]
Not once. [ sheepishly ] It's not really something I've ever had to do.
But! I have a feeling you'll be an excellent teacher, Jiaoqiu, from that much alone. I find that passion and enjoyment helps to guide expertise. [ so! a new experience for a taair, which is exciting. he sets his hands on his hips, surveying whatever he's laid out. ] What are we making?
Now, I feel as though I should be insulted...? [ he says that with a laugh, though, teasing as he takes up the proper spot beside him. ] Yes, I can! Perhaps I am a master swordsman, or a master knifework assassin...?
[ the little thwack startles him into a laugh, because that's a very new one!! thank you asian auntie ]
Oh. [ taair says with a little sigh. ] Well, yes, you're correct - I could not assassinate my way out of a bedsheet.
[ obviously this does not bother him any when his ploy is immediately seen through because it was a completely ridiculous ploy. look at him he's wearing a giant feather pin.
but he does laugh when he says it, and he nods as he looks over at the tofu...? with his hands or a knife. he considers both for a moment, and the curiosity eventually wins - he reaches to the bowl. ]
Tofu...? I've never seen anything like this before. It's... oh! [ as he picks up his first piece - ] It's jiggly.
[ there's a little whirlwind of a thought that he could introduce taair to moze - and then the realization that no, that's impossible. just for a second his heart aches, and then... that's gone. it's alright.
he distracts himself instead with watching taair take the tofu with his hands, amused. ]
It is. It's made of soy milk, or rather, the curds of it. On its on it's very simple, but fry it, add some soy sauce and chili oil, and you have the start of something hearty and filling.
[ chops green onions, as he talks. carefully, a little slowly. his eyes don't leave the cutting board, as he does. ]
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Not once. [ sheepishly ] It's not really something I've ever had to do.
But! I have a feeling you'll be an excellent teacher, Jiaoqiu, from that much alone. I find that passion and enjoyment helps to guide expertise. [ so! a new experience for a taair, which is exciting. he sets his hands on his hips, surveying whatever he's laid out. ] What are we making?
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anyway, he doesn't argue the passion and enjoyment bit, but he looks wryly amused at it. yeah, sure. something like that. ]
Army stew. I promise it's much more appealing than it sounds. Can you handle a knife without hurting yourself?
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Now, I feel as though I should be insulted...? [ he says that with a laugh, though, teasing as he takes up the proper spot beside him. ] Yes, I can! Perhaps I am a master swordsman, or a master knifework assassin...?
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I only don't want to have to reattach a finger before having a meal. [ he huffs. ] In any case, you are too noisy to be an assassin.
[ this is all just teasing, his tone dancing and easy. ]
The tofu should be finished. You can rip it to pieces with your fingers, or cut it with a knife.
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Oh. [ taair says with a little sigh. ] Well, yes, you're correct - I could not assassinate my way out of a bedsheet.
[ obviously this does not bother him any when his ploy is immediately seen through because it was a completely ridiculous ploy. look at him he's wearing a giant feather pin.
but he does laugh when he says it, and he nods as he looks over at the tofu...? with his hands or a knife. he considers both for a moment, and the curiosity eventually wins - he reaches to the bowl. ]
Tofu...? I've never seen anything like this before. It's... oh! [ as he picks up his first piece - ] It's jiggly.
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he distracts himself instead with watching taair take the tofu with his hands, amused. ]
It is. It's made of soy milk, or rather, the curds of it. On its on it's very simple, but fry it, add some soy sauce and chili oil, and you have the start of something hearty and filling.
[ chops green onions, as he talks. carefully, a little slowly. his eyes don't leave the cutting board, as he does. ]