Chapter Eleven

“Emilliana, don't put the tomatoes!” I shouted, but it was too late for her, she already put the tomato in the pan. I face-palmed and approached her.    

“Am I doing something wrong?” I saw her hand holding a spoon tremble. “I'm sorry,” she said and bowed.

"Hey..." I mumbled. I sighed. “Look at me,” I said, and she looked up.

“Onions should be your priority when you're sautéing,” I said calmly to her as I showed her how to sauté.

“You're wrong Nola,” Keegan said, causing us to turn to him. He was still sitting with the four whose chins are rested on their hands. 

“Onion is not the priority,” he said while staring at us seriously. Emilliana and I blinked