Watching Hanabi cook is truly a pleasure.
In my mind, cooks always wear yellowed white aprons, have plump bellies, looking down at the cutting board with keen eyes, wielding a large kitchen knife skillfully with rhythmic thuds.
When watching them chop vegetables, I pay attention to their technique and speed, and whether their cuts are even.
But if ingredients are prepared by a beautiful girl, the focus shifts from the chopping itself to the girl's serious and focused expression and her charming face.
Hanamaru Hanabi's fair fingers press down on the water-beaded skin of the tomato, the sound of juice flowing from the red pulp, and slices separating with each stroke of the knife.
With each slice of tomato, her fingers move slightly to the right, her actions unhurried, leisurely and composed.
Beside her, Chiaei watches her sister Hanabi's hands intently, her eyes fixated with complete attention.
