Snippet #1925808

It was an early morning Konoe mansion for Sanae, the arrival of Miss Cookstone was something to cause a commotion in the home. The letter stated that she was family, but Sanae had never heard of her. Sanae was peeling potatoes over a garbage bin at the time, her hands were nimble as one sliced quickly precise peels of skin and the other timed perfectly the tunring motion. She never once cut herself, even though she was reading a cookbook laying on the table throughout every cut. Her pile of potatoes was steadily sinking, as the pile of skinned and slice potatoes formed on the butcher-block inlet of her island.
The kitchen was gorgeous, only the best at the mansion. Sanae fell in love the moment her eyes fell on it, and soon became the master chef. She placed her knife on the black granite counter-tops, and wiped her forehead.
It's almost time for breakfast, William should be arriving soon with The Young Miss' request...
She scooped up the slices and plopped them into a large bowl pull of water, and picked up her cookbook. She never took her eyes off the page as she navigated the gorgeous all wood cabinets. She grabbed spices and bowls, pots and pans hanging from the rack clinging to the ceiling.
She finally set the book down, next to folded cloth, with a fish tale sticking out. She went to the fish market early this morning to pick the perfect fish to serve to the Masters. She watched the door for William as she unwrapped the fish and layed them out. She grabbed a boning knife and began scaling them.