"Yeah, That's why I said i'd get with them on the strategy training when they get home next week," Robert told her. "I'll see you all later. Nice work, All." He turned and went back into the main house.
"You did fine, Aria," Angus told her. "We just never know when some arse hat is going to make an uninvited visit."
The coffee did smell good, but Angus was looking in the pantry and the fridge and the freezer, debating on what he was going to fix for supper. He laid out some packages of chicken pieces, some fresh ginger root, some fresh garlic, some scallions, some soy sauce, some sesame seeds and toasted sesame oil, some jasmine rice, some carrots, some fresh peas, some onions, and some muscavado sugar.
"Looks like stir fry to me," Simone said. "Can i help you prep anything?"
"If you like. If you don't mind dicing carrots into a small dice, and mincing the onions."
"Not a problem. Making fried rice?"
"I am," he said.
"Well, I can do that, if you want to handle the stir fry part," she said.
"You have a deal," he told her. "If I get enough time, I'll make some Chinese almond cookies."
"I've never made those," she said. "It never quite feels like Chinese food without them, though."
"They're not hard. They're basically a variation of a sugar cookie," he told her. "And I know I have some Chinese restaurant tea in the pantry. Its a blend of tea called ripe puerh."
"I drink the restaurant tea every time I go to a Chinese restaurant but I've never found it in the stores. But then again, I've never heard of that tea before either. So clearly, I've been buying the wrong thing."
"Well, if I get time to fix some, maybe it will be familiar to you," he said, starting to work on taking the skin off the chicken pieces.