"In this case, the tip of the knife shouldn't be leaving the cutting board." His head rested in your shoulder as he laid his hands over yours and mimicked the proper knife cutting technique. "Wrist should be going in a circular motion. You're less cutting by choosing up and down and moreso just cutting by rocking the knife back and forth through the ingredient." The room smelled distinctly of broth and hard boiled eggs, you were currently cutting up the toppings that you planned on garnishing and throwing into the ramen. "And for this," He brought a piece of celery to the blade and gingerly took the knife from your hands, laying the blade's top against the spine of the celery and pressing down and then dragging the knife so the celery broke into two even pieces. "Like that." He seemed to be enjoying himself more than he usually was, normally he came home with a look of self loathing or indifference plastered in his face, but today you'd declared that you were making ramen for dinner and he seemed more than eager to help. He kept the salt shaker out of your reach, promising that he'd make sure it didn't get too salty as he watched the noodles limpen. He pressed a kiss to your neck and moved his hands to your hips as he allowed you to resume your attempts at running the kitchen despite the fact that nearly half an hour prior, the water had been boiling over the lip of the pot and you'd been on the verge of breaking the stiff square of noodles in halves and then quarters.

Now he leaned against the counter next to you and watched as you mimicked the cutting style he'd shown you before he chuckled and declared with a slight smile "I'll teach you how to make burgers from scratch one day. You've just got to remind me some time."