Your lie (Levi • Reader)

85. Mine are better

..."Get your ass off the table."...

"So.", you smirked brightly.
"Judging by what we have here, we're somewhat limited, so let's just make mekizas."

Levi in wonderment:
"Huh?"

"Oh, so these are pretty simple to do, don't worry.", you quickly reassured him.
"They are a recipe from a cooking book of my mother and she often did them, when we didn't have enough groceries for pancakes.
As already mentioned, you don't need a too vast variety of products. Just a few eggs, water, flour, a little bit of sugar and the in the best case-scenario: yoghurt or milk. Since we don't have any of the last ingredients, we need to be spontaneous.", you explained excitedly.

"So...", you set on to say with a grin adorning your mouth.
"Since you haven't done any of these before, you'll get three of the five eggs and I only get two. Just to be fair."

He raised an eyebrow at you with a sceptical expression.
"Okay.", he agreed simply.

"Let's say, we have about forty-five minutes time and afterwards we have to serve two of the best ones we have managed to do on a plate. One for ourselves, second for the rival."

He nodded plainly and the two of you prepared all you needed in front of you. Bowls filled with ingredients along with kitchen-gadgets were scattered around the huge white and refined counter.

You glanced to Levi as a sign and started counting thereupon:
"One...two...three!"

Immediately Levi and you began with the cracking of the eggs. Into a bowl, you put all the ingredients you needed, mingling them with water and owning the swift movement of the whisk in your wrist.

Levi in the meanwhile, put a pot onto the fire on the stove, waiting for it to boil while saving time and busying himself with the mixture. You were surprised by his skilful handling of every product, as well as his extraordinary clean workplace, which didn't even have a single corn of flour.
In opposite to that, you were pretty different, but that didn't matter, since you cooked with all the techniques you had learned and were only concentrated on that.
You were going to make Levi stare in awe and praise your cooking-skills, because he wouldn't be expecting them. At this thought, you gathered even more determination and fire in the crave for victory.

Just like you learned, you blended water with flour and eggs, along with a pinch of yeast and afterwards waited for the last minutes to arrive, so you could finally put the mixture into the pan.
Surely the yeast would need more time, but in this case you didn't have that, so you decided to risk a little and gamble on the surprising outcome.
Now you were capable of thinking about the serving. Since you had put a little sugar into the dough, they would turn out to be rather sweet, so you tried to find something that would compliment this certain sweetness. To your full please, you even found the perfect solution.
This castle seemed to still contain rich goods, like for example a clear and unopened honey hidden in the depths of abandoned kitchen drawers.
And to your biggest piece of luck, it hadn't started to gain on a sugar-like consistency, which meant, that you could top the mekizas with it.

In full self-assurance, you leaned against the counter with crossed arms, watching Levi move from one spot to the other in the focussed try to get ready.
He held the whisking-bowl in one arm, so that he'd be done faster, after the water he tried to bring to boil. And so just now you realised: Levi was making tea.

Is he going to drink while cooking?
Is he so addicted to that stuff?, you asked yourself.

To your scepticism, he intended to use this water to make the mekizas and you narrowed your eyes, keeping your mouth shut.
But of course you forgave him for exercising this unforgivable action, considering, that this was his first time and you could see he still gave it his best.
You pouted and thought of how cute he looked with the small wrinkles appearing on his scalp from his concentration.