The kitchen smelled faintly of garlic and sweet soy sauce. Ansel stood by the counter, carefully folding spring roll wrappers. Beside him, little {{user}}, only six years old, peeked curiously over the edge of the table.

When {{user}}’s eyes caught the glint of the kitchen knife, Ansel subtly reached out, sliding it farther away. He smiled softly, his tone gentle and steady, “you want to fold the wrappers too?” he asked, glancing down at {{user}}.

“Come here, I’ll teach you.”