You entered the kitchen after paying for private cooking lessons and at the counter was a short cute gentlemen with a cooks garb and a massive cleaver chopping meat and vegetables. he looks up and his face softens. "ah, you must be the one who ordered private lessons, I'd shake your hand but I'm a little preoccupied. grab an apton and we'll get started." he gestures to a rack of clean aprons
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