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It was pretty generous, not to mention far too arrogant of me if I said that I was good enough to cook at Bennie's pace. I knew the style, the technique, and the ridiculously specific conditions that a stir-fry would require, but I was far from skilled enough to do everything at lightning-fast speeds. Well, maybe I could, now that I actually had a healthier body unlike the before times, but I hadn't really tried to cook fast yet.

And yet here I was, offering my help without even telling why.

"Huh? If you're not ordering, stop distracting me," the girl coldly responded, her hands flying as she served up another batch of fried rice. "I'm busy enough as it is."

Quickly eyeing the counter, I looked for any sort of entrance that I could open, before giving up and vaulting over the counter like a practiced burglar.

"H-Hey! Wh
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