It was Vinson’s first time seeing how an oily and smoky affair in the kitchen could look like a work of art when Arielle did it.
Perhaps it is because she has slender fingers and her skin is as white as snow.
Arielle did not notice that Vinson had his gaze fixated on her. She was paying full attention on making the stuffing and getting the dough ready. While she was preparing the stuffing, she let the dough rest. Thereafter, she flattened the dough into many thin discs, wrapped the stuffing, and skillfully shaped each ravioli.
He could not help but asked, “Do you do this often?”
“You can say so. When I was living in another country… Um… Countryside, I’d sometimes make ravioli on my own when I’m tired of ordering take-outs. Ravioli seem easy to make as it only involves a few steps. Once it’s steamed, you can eat it right away.”
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