“No, not like that.„

It felt like that was the hundredth time he had said that, or something similar.

Jichang was trying to teach you how to cook, considering you never learned. The man should get a gold medal and a big round of applause for how patient he was.

Each time you'd mess up, he'd guide your hands, explaining the step again and again until you did it right.

He came closer to you from behind you, his arms enveloping you as he placed his hands on the back of yours to show you how it's done.

“You see how the rice sticks together like this? Do it again.„