"How are you doing here? Did you learn anything?" Eric lifted the kitchen curtain and walked in.
Like an elementary school student waiting for parental praise, Arthur patted his chest proudly:
"Of course, I learned how to knead dough and can even make noodles!"
It seemed the results weren't bad. Unexpectedly, sending him to the cafeteria was the right decision. Eric was slightly surprised.
Sam was busy beside the stove, sometimes chopping vegetables, sometimes kneading dough, his mouth unable to stop complaining to Eric:
"Why didn't you tell Eric how many bowls you broke and how many basins of our cafeteria you ruined..."
Arthur smiled foolishly and scratched his head guiltily.
Originally, Sam intended to let him help wash dishes because learning to cook wasn't something done in a day or two. Arthur, although a glutton, had no talent for cooking.
