The bananas were half priced today

Pham Thi Anh Sang

"Um, okay, if you say, so!" Assuming that Wei had absolutely everything under control, Anh Sang went back to the cupboards and grabbed the weird non-metric cups from there. Setting them right down the counter next to Wei, she began to try and measure stuff out, glancing at the recipe from time to time.

She really had no idea what she was doing but she figured that Wei was making one batch and she was doing the other. Right? That sounded perfectly logical. "Why is this cup really two cups?" That made no sense to her. Anh Sang frowned but tried to follow the directions anyways. English was weird.

Pham Thi Anh Sang

Wait, it was actually okay to smash something? Anh Sang wasn't a violent person but she was childishly interested by the idea of breaking something and not being called out for it. "Eh? How do we do that?" She asked, setting aside the bowl that she was working with. "Do we just find hammers and use those or something?"

In her mind, Anh Sang was already trying to figure out how to get the right hardware for this job. Was she supposed to just run down to the smithing classes or something? They normally didn't like really young kids being down there so that might be hard to do.

Pham Thi Anh Sang

She watched as Wei went around the kitchen, trying to find something. As he did that, she went back to measuring out white powders. Since Anh Sang wasn't really sure what this stuff was, she was just searching to make sure the words on the labels matched what was listed on the recipes. When he came back, though, the girl saw that he was holding up what looked like a cute hammer. And that was weird to say but it really was what her first thought was.

"You can do it first," she told him. "I wanna make sure I do it right!" It was just smashing nuts, though, so. She wasn't expecting something really hard. But, well, maybe there was something special to do first or. Something.

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"Huh, that's not so bad." She wondered why cooking wasn't always just breaking things and putting them together. Maybe it was and she had just never noticed? Or maybe that's how western cooking went because eastern cooking seemed to be along the lines of "let's put X into this wok and kind of fry it around and add lots of oil." Which was totally ste-re-o-ty-pi-cal but, okay, her parents really liked Chinese food for some reason. It had something to do with distant relatives.

"How much do you need to do that for, though?" She asked. "Like, how small do you need to break the nuts into?"

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"I don't really think that's an answer," Anh Sang pointed out innocently. Still, she propped her chin up on her arms and watched as the hammer went up and down on the nuts. They looked smallish to her but she guessed it wouldn't hurt to make them smaller. Sometimes biting into cookies with too big pieces inside could be awkward.

"Wei, do you cook a lot?" She asked after watching that for a while. She thought he did but he did say things that seemed uncertain a lot. Anh Sang was willing to bet that it was just being English things were pretty lame, though.