[Free Time - Jurou]
I found Jurou hefting a bag of rice from the pantry to the kitchen, singing to himself. The way his head bobbed, you’d think he was singing a cheery folk song, but when I got closer…
He grinned, shaking the bag of rice at me like a crotchety old man.
He waved me into the kitchen, so I followed him inside, and took a stab at making my first sushi roll… He’d already made four by the time I finished, and uh, let’s just say I don’t have much of a future in the culinary arts.
Noon was approaching pretty quickly, so I decided to stay out of his way, instead making small talk as he threw together roll after roll of all different kinds of sushi– some with salmon, some with crab, some just filled with the fresh vegetables that had appeared on the countertop that morning.
