"Heh heh, and I haven't even started frying them yet," Xiangling says with a toothy grin up at her girlfriend.
When she's cooking, she doesn't worry about things; it all bleeds away from her. She's an artisan, and this is her craft, and there's just mechanical precision and flair, a genuine joie de vivre in the entire process. Mix the filling. Fill the dumplings. Pinch them shut. Heat oil in her wok. Start frying them, sizzles filling the rapidly darkening air.
Xiangling's enthusiasm for cooking is palpable, her love for the craft self-evident. She hums to herself cheerfully as she prods and flips the dumplings, hoping to ensure that they're nice and warm and crispy. "How many do you want?"
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Date: 2021-11-02 05:03 am (UTC)When she's cooking, she doesn't worry about things; it all bleeds away from her. She's an artisan, and this is her craft, and there's just mechanical precision and flair, a genuine joie de vivre in the entire process. Mix the filling. Fill the dumplings. Pinch them shut. Heat oil in her wok. Start frying them, sizzles filling the rapidly darkening air.
Xiangling's enthusiasm for cooking is palpable, her love for the craft self-evident. She hums to herself cheerfully as she prods and flips the dumplings, hoping to ensure that they're nice and warm and crispy. "How many do you want?"