The girl watches in amazement as Sanji grabs the handle of his wok and flips every grain of rice with the expertise of a chef at a five star restaurant.
“Woah! That’s so cool!” She says, causing Sanji to smile proudly before remembering one tiny detail.
There was a mystery child in his apartment.
“Woah! That’s so cool!” She says, causing Sanji to smile proudly before remembering one tiny detail.
There was a mystery child in his apartment.
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“I don’t have a mom!” The girl yelled, frowning angrily at the cook.
“Okay… What about your dad? Grandparent? Legal guardian?”
The girl looked around sheepishly before looking at the open front door a few feet away.
“Please teach my daddy how to cook, mister chef! He doesn’t know what he’s doing!”
“Kuina? What are you doing here?” Sanji turned his attention to the doorway and saw a man around his age
“I followed the smell of the delicious food!” The man pursed his lips together and awkwardly walked into Sanji’s apartment to retrieve his daughter.
“Kuina, I thought I told you that you can’t just run up to anyone without me.
Sanji blinked a few more times, recognizing that this man was indeed his new neighbor that moved in
“She was perfectly fine. She just freaked me out with how trusting she is of strangers, is all. She just ran in when she saw what I was making and made herself at home.”
“That’s a relief. Again, I’m really sorry about this. We should be heading back–”
“What? My food tastes just fine!”
“Nuh-uh!”
As amused, and confused, as Sanji was with the scene unfolding in front of him, he needed to take the pork buns out of the steamer and put in the next batch.
He worked quickly, thinking about what it would be like to have