A few days later, a delicious aroma was slowly spreading through Sunny's home. He was currently in the kitchen area of the first floor, whistling an upbeat tune as his hands juggled several cooking utensils. There were several pans and pots simmering on the stove, and a scattering of fresh ingredients on the countertops around him.
"Ah, this smells so good…"
Taking a step to the side, he produced a strange knife out of nowhere and started slicing and dicing the vegetables, the triangular blade moving so fast that it turned into a blur.
Rain, who was tasked with peeling the potatoes, gave him a long and dark look.
"Sunny… not to doubt your honesty and professional integrity, but how exactly is this a part of my training? Are you sure you're not just using me as cheap labor? No, wait… it's not even cheap, I am actually paying you!"
Without stopping what he was doing, Sunny looked at her and frowned.
"Why, of course! I am very sure. Also, is this how you handle a blade? By gods, you just sliced half of that poor potato off and threw it into the sink! It's called peeling, not destroying, you know! Where's your finesse? Where's your precision? Control that knife better! These things are very expensive!"
Rain stared at him with burning resentment for a few moments, then sighed heavily and continued peeling the potatoes. Sunny grinned.
Effie, who was watching him cook with a wolfish expression, gulped.
"So, uh… it's not ready yet?"
His eyes twitched.
"...Forty seconds, damn it. That's how long ago you asked the same question. For a hundredth time. What do you think changed since then?!"
Effie opened her mouth to retort, but at that moment, the doorbell rang.
A sadistic light suddenly gleamed in Sunny's eyes.
"Oh. I wonder who can it be."
He glanced at Rain and said nonchalantly:
"Rain, go see who it is."
The teenage girl blew a strand of hair out of her eyes, wiped her hands on her apron, and glared at him.
"What, I am your doorman now, too?!"
Grumbling, she put the knife down and went to the door, then opened it.
Sunny observed her with keen interest.
Rain looked up, revealing that the unexpected visitor was quite tall… and then suddenly froze.
Her face paled so much that it turned almost entirely white, and her pupils became as wide as saucers. Her mouth hung open. It was as though the girl was paralyzed by horror.
Sunny weighted the heavy kunai in his hand and walked over.
As he walked, a strange sound escaped Rain's mouth.
"N… n… n…"
A tall and ridiculously attractive young man was standing on the porch, looking at her with a polite and friendly smile. His hair was auburn and absolutely gorgeous, and his electric green eyes were nothing short of stunning. He was dressed in simple, but exquisitely stylish clothes, holding fashionable sunglasses and a facemask in one of his hands.
"Oh… I am so sorry. I must have come to the wrong house."
Even his voice was charming and velvety, causing one's ears to tingle.
Rain was finally able to force out a word, her voice a panicked squeal:
"N—Night!"
The teenage girl breathed heavily for a few moments, then slowly looked down, at her dirty apron and hands with pieces of potato peel stuck to them. An expression of utter horror appeared on her face. ƒгeewebnovёl.com
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