A Beauty With Multiple Masks

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.” “I see.” Vinson pretended that he did not notice Arielle’s slip of the tongue and took the initiative to make ravioli too. He copied her actions and the outcome seemed to be quite favorable. Although he messed up a few times, he somehow managed to make some decent ones too. Without another word uttered, the two of them continued to shape the ravioli quietly.

Surprisingly, Vinson did not feel that it was a bore to do such trivial things. In fact, he really enjoyed the peaceful moments spent with Arielle. Shortly after, all the ravioli were steamed and ready to be eaten. “Let me try your masterpiece.” He took one and stuffed it inside his mouth. Even though Arielle appeared to be very skillful throughout the process and she even did it from scratch, Vinson had very high expectations because he had tasted an array of good food.

he did not expect much from Arielle and was actually ready to comment on her food. However, the moment he ate one, he stared at Arielle with his eyes wide opened. He was so shocked to have such a rich burst of

tastebuds. It was his first time to have tasted something so delectable even though the ingredients that she used were just the basic ones provided by the hotel. There was even a sparkle in his eyes. Arielle had not had a bite yet, so she could not comprehend

them at a snail’s pace. When I finished, he’s only done six of them. The one he’s eating might not even be his work. Anyhow, Vinson was not a man who would praise others easily.