Sangre went from looking at the fish to glancing at Akira, seeing what he had written and smiling slightly. "You can work on the rice. It's just as important. Cutting the fish is dangerous, and it takes lots of learning. So, come.." Sangre softly grabbed Akira's hand once more, getting a bag of rice and showing it to him.
"This is white rice. It's a lot more sticky in comparison to long grain." Sangre said, pouring some out and then letting go of Akira's hand, explaining it all to him since he knew the man would probably remember. Akira had a brilliant mind after all.
"What I want you to do is to rinse the rice, once you do that put it inside of here with one cup of water, it'll steam and cook it. While that's happening, we'll need half a cup of rice vinegar, teaspoon of salt, a tablespoon of oil, and a fourth a cup of white sugar."
Sangre shuffled through a large binder with recipe's and smirked as he pointed. "If you forget any of that, this is the recipe. And look around, find the ingredients, it's like a little scavenger hunt, hunting for the foods to use. Come on, try to have a little fun with it okay? We can work together." Sangre smiled softly and took out the tuna, placing it on a wooden cutting board before washing his hands.
"Once the rice is done, I'll tell you whats left to do." Sangre said as he began to run his hand along the scales, slowly cutting, careful of his palm the entire time. "Don't worry Lady you'll get some too." Sangre then assured with a soft smile as he looked over at the cat.
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