Orange
"I have never cooked before in my life, Haruka-san!" Michiru protested as Makoto led her into the hot and steamy kitchen.
Makoto did the silent 'shut up or I'll kill you' glare at everyone in the kitchen as she gently pulled Michiru into compliance.
"Haruka-san-" Michiru felt a cloth being draped over her neck slung with some fabric slung behind her neck by Makoto.
"Don't worry, you've got me," Makoto reassured as she busied herself with the utensils and everything on her own workstation in the kitchen.
"I know…" Michiru gave a small content smile, which didn't go unnoticed by Makoto as Makoto blushed.
"Let's make Szechuan fried pork chunks!" Makoto declared proudly.
"I've never heard of it before…" Michiru admitted, somewhat embarrassed.
Makoto laughed as she quickly mixed the required sauce and spices. Then she took pieces of already prepared and floured raw pieces of pork and placed them onto a plate. Setting up the wok to fry the pork, she poured oil on the wok and switched the stove on.
"Michiru-san, may I take your hand?" Makoto held up Michiru's hands that were actually relaxed at her sides and slipped a cotton glove on the each of her hands. "All you got to do is hold the wok handle in one hand, while the other just use this," Makoto took one of Michiru's hand and slipped a large and long wooden spoon into it, clasping her hands close to hold it, "and keep stirring the stuff inside till I tell you to stop."
Michiru nodded and smiled determinedly, as she asked "I will eat it even if it turns out bad…"
Makoto laughed, "Ready?"
Michiru nodded again.
Makoto threw the pork into the wok and immediately, sizzling sound filled the air.
"Pop pop pop!" Michiru laughed as she heard them.
"Stir! Stir!" Makoto exclaimed frantically.
Michiru stirred it gently at first, much to Makoto's relief. But soon, Michiru decided she was having too much fun with and began beating the spoon around, splashing the boiling oil up and about the wok.
"No, Michiru-san! Gentle!" Makoto stared in wide eyed.
"Sorry! But this is so much fun! I'm cooking!" Michiru laughed as she gently flipped the wooden spoon around the wok to flip the pork chunks and stir the oil.
Makoto laughed with her as Makoto prepared to add in the sauce over the frying pork chunks. "Now smell this." Makoto poured the sauce over on the pork, creating even more sizzling sounds and filling the air with a nice smell of spicy yet sweet and sour smell.
"Hmmm! Pop pop pop!" Michiru laughed even more as she stirred the mixture of fried pork chunks and sauce in her wok.
After letting Michiru play with the food a while longer, Makoto finally declared it was ready. She turned the fire off as she poured the contents out of the wok and onto a plate. She removed Michiru's gloves and the wooden spoon, as she held the plate of cooked Szechuan and led Michiru out of the kitchen to the place Michiru sat at moments ago.
Sitting Michiru down, Makoto handed Michiru a fork and placed the plate of food in front of her.
"Try it," Makoto urged.
Michiru smiled a wide dreamy smile as she nodded. Makoto guided Michiru's hands to the plate and helped her poke her fork into one piece of meat. Michiru lifted the meat out of the sauce from the dish and put it into her mouth, but took it out immediately.
"Hot!"
Makoto laughed as she observed Michiru behaving in such a cute manner. Michiru blew the piece of meat, before putting it into her mouth again. "Hmmmmm."
Makoto suddenly go a dirty image of Michiru moaning in - oh my goodness. You're going to hell Makoto, the brunette thought to herself.
"Delicious. This is warm, a little spicy, a little sour yet sweet… I love it!"
Makoto smiled, though she knew Michiru couldn't see. "Orange. That is how orange feels."
Michiru laughed a little as she continued chewing her food inside her mouth. "I like orange, like how I like red."
Suddenly Makoto slapped herself on the forehead. "Oh wait, I will get you a bowl of rice and some other dishes to go with! And drink!"