Well, this was just great. The dish wasn't ready, and they'd broken the table.
If they failed to make it today and left the kitchen in this state, Baal would definitely give them both a thorough scolding.
At that thought, Zebu and Chiyo looked at each other, each seeing the same fear in the other's eyes.
At that moment, the two of them became completely united.
Chiyo deeply regretted digging such a huge pit for herself.
But regretting it now was useless. All they could do was give it their best shot.
"Shogun, when you slice ginger, you need to put the flat side against the cutting board. That way, it won't wobble around. Don't rush. We'll take it slowly, and it'll be fine."
Chiyo demonstrated for Zebu again, offering her encouragement.
"Chiyo... why don't we just forget it? You can make this dish. We'll say I broke the table on my own. My sister definitely won't give you any trouble."
Zebu had very little confidence in herself now. Cooking might look simple to others, but to her, it was as hard as reaching the heavens.
She was using a blade either way, yet she never missed when cutting down people or monsters. When slicing vegetables, it was as though her muscles had stopped working.
If asked why, it was probably because she didn't need to consider what shape to cut a monster into, whether to slash horizontally or vertically, or how many times to strike. All that mattered was killing it.
But slicing vegetables was different. In her eyes, the thin slices of ginger Chiyo cut were nothing short of divine craftsmanship.
"No. I suggested this too, so I'm partly responsible. Come on, this isn't hard. As long as you're careful, you'll be fine."
With Chiyo's encouragement, Zebu sighed,