Snippet #1764577

Yuzuriha was was hard at work in her Uncle's kitcchen. It might as well have been her kitchen, as she did the bulk of the work within it and produced the bulk of the product that exited it. As she was doing right now. Her chest length black locks were curled expertly as she chopped onions with a knife bigger than her hand. This was something the whole family had noticed. Not the onions, but her hair. First of all, it was the weekend. Second of all, she was working. Her hair was only curled when she was out and wanted to make herself pretty. At home this never mattered to her. But ever since her home had gained a new inhabitant, her hair had hardly been up at all. Her had worked with her bouncing curls in tow, just trying to catch Jack's eye.

Right now however, she was absorbed in her work. A pot of broth was simmering into an ethereal smell behind her while she chopped vegetables. They were for her noodle bowls bowls, perhaps the most famous dish the resturaunt offered. Yuzuriha never grew tired of making them. This was a good thing. If it wasn't enough with the steady orders, she was constantly trying to improve and expand on them. She was currently tinkering with a new broth in hopes that her Uncle would put it on the menu. She decided she would take small break after they were completed.

"But should I start on his lunch? Hmmm... I don't think Uncle will mind if we go on lunch break a bit early," she murmured.

She smiled at that. Her chopping picked up some speed. The gyuudon started to form alongside her noodles. Her Uncle entered the room when she began sweeping the plethora of vegetables into her broth. Within minutes, she presented her waiting Uncle with three different revisions of the broth she usually made. He sighed at the aroma and gave her his utmost approval after taste-testing each one.

"I'll add these to the menu as soon as tomorrow. Excellent job on making your first recipes kiddo, you're a natural," he complimented.
"Ah, thank you!" she exclaimed, a proud grin complimenting her embarrassed blush.

He ruffled her hair and offered, "Take your break, you deserve it. I'll finish up the rest of the orders."

She thanked him quickly as she put the final touches on her gyuudon. She knew he would come to her once the smell reached him. Yuzuriha grabbed a small bento she had made for herself that morning from the fridge and placed it under her arm. She untied the frilled apron draped over her jeans and blouse while she walked and draped it over her arm. It was a nice day with spring unfulring. She propped the door open and began on her lunch, waiting for Jack to be lured by the promises of food.

((Sorry this took so long, was out to dinner X3))