Many ingredients were still whole and needed to be chopped into small pieces for the broth. Chloe wasn’t much of a cook, but she sure knew her way around a knife. So, she grabbed a large chef’s knife and headed to the cutting board. She took hold of a prepared chicken and was about to chop it down without a second thought.
Connor grabbed her arm, “What are you doing?”
Chloe frowned, “Helping you out.”
Connor frowned back, “You don’t need to do this. Just gather some firewood for me.”
Chloe huffed, “What’s the big deal? I’m chopping a chicken, not you.”
“I’m not worried about you chopping me,” Connor replied.
But Chloe wasn’t listening. She elbowed Connor aside, twirling the chef’s knife in her hand, creating sparks like lightning. Five minutes later…
Connor stared at the cutting board, speechless. There lay a perfectly separated chicken – bones, skin, and chopped meat.
[Holy smokes! Chloe’s knife skills are insane. She must have practiced a ton!]
[She’s so cool!]
[Chicken: If I knew I’d be chopped this finely, I would've stayed an egg]
[Mr. Connor’s expression is priceless, his eyes nearly popped out]
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