Surprisingly enough, kitchen work was always a struggle for you.

You'd think since your brother, Niki, was a known chef that you would also have a bit of talent, but not in the slightest.

As you were having trouble with the measurements, Niki peeked in, giggling at the sight. "What are we making?" His voice shifted to a bit of a teasing tone, walking over to you with a warm smile.

"Let me help," He stepped up behind you, arms wrapping over your body to reach over.