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When making chiffon cakes, the beaten egg whites are key to the best texture, you can't under-beat or over-whip!
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track 28.
Sasuke was once again reminded by the fact that Sakura was truly impressive by anyone's standard during a cooking class.
"I said lightly beat the egg white, not to make butter." Flipping the bowl Sakura handed to him upside down, Sasuke deadpanned when the ingredients refused to budge.
His perfectionist side kicking in as he saw the unusable state of the eggs, he snatched the bowl from Sakura's hands to finish the job himself. It was the third egg that she had managed to over-beat, a rare feat on its own without the use of the whisk. Not that he was surprised that her inhumane strength applied to whipping by hand as well. But he refused to waste another.
One would think that Sakura would be good at cooking, it being so similar to laboratory experiments - but no. Neither Naruto nor Sakura could cook anything that required more than three minutes. Limiting them to cup ramen and microwave meals. Which resulted in him making the majority of the chiffon cake.
"I'm sorry!"
"Didn't your mother ever force you to help her out in the kitchen?" He asked, remembering clearly the way his own would grab any chance she could to force him to cook for her. Walking him through each step in her handwritten recipes.
"Kaa-san rarely cooks." She replied weakly.
And she wouldn't have taught me how anyway.
Noticing the way Sasuke was staring at her rare quietness, she changed the subject to express a needless worry. "I'm going to fail Home Econs!"
"You can come over for help if you want." Sasuke continued to fold the egg white into the batter, giving up on examining her. Focusing on their cake as he pretended to not see the cheeky grin on Naruto's face. Watching them like they were the new couple he shipped in whatever drama he was currently streaming. He glared back at the freeloading blond, hoping it would get him to come back to their group's table to work instead of stealing food from others.
"Huh? You'll teach me Sasuke-kun?"
She was positively glowing at the suggestion of Sasuke teaching her how to bake of all things.
It almost made him guilty to proclaim otherwise. "No. Okaa-san will." Which made sense. The Uchiha matriarch adored baking. Adored her sons. And adored Sakura. Even without prior warning, Sasuke was convinced that Mikoto would be more than willing to teach (to show off to) Sakura. His mother almost liked Sakura as much as he-
Sasuke's eye's followed Sakura's hand as it inched closed, wiping off the stray dot of cream that had found itself on his cheek, before she licked the white smear tentatively off her fingers.
"I'll be intruding after school then."