"Nope. I don't trust you with that." He chided teasingly while plucking the boning knife from you hands. Chuckling to himself while he worked on cutting the pork. Insisting that you wash your hands anytime you snatched a piece of pork and ate it before he could stop you. "If you keep doing that then there won't be any left for the feijoada." You snatched another piece and he sighed, ruffling your hair with his free hand and commenting "Okay well now I get your brigadeiro."