Progressive Vegetable Chopper Novels & Stories

Then, I grab tomatoes and bell peppers from the pantry. Ask me to give a man a close shave with the edge of a sharp knife, and I can do it with my eyes closed. But chopping vegetables proves to be another skill entirely. By the time I finish with the tomatoes, they are a soupy mess of seeds and sludge, and I cut my finger twice trying to slice the bell pepper. By the time I get the vegetables to the pan, the edges are turning black and smoke is accumulating. "Fuck." I turn and drop the vegetables back on the cutting board, wipe my hands on the towel hanging from the oven, and pull the pan from the burner. The handle is metal and burning hot, and I immediately feel the palm of my hand begin t

Sharon heard him mumbling and turned to look at him. “What did you say grumpy?,” she asked him. He frowned at her for calling him grumpy. “I wasn’t talking to you fatty” Sharon gasped pouting. Jasper looked at her pouted lips and said,“ If that is what you call a cute pout, I’ll rather kss a duck instead of you.” Sharon glared at him,“ Who wants to kss you anyway? I’ll have to bend down to do so. Why stress myself?” Jasper looked down at his wheelchair and glared at her. Was he just praising her right now? He must have been mad to do so.

She was determined to impress the Alpha. Purple placed the cabbages, onions, garlic, ginger, carrots, tomatoes, peppers, salt, sugar and various spices on the table. Five different knives were placed neatly at the far end of the dining table. He picked up the sharpest knife, which was rectangular in shape and was slightly heavier than the rest; this knife can slice anything. Purple placed the wooden chopping board. She huffed as she washed the vegetables in the cold water and put them on bowls one by one.