The Life of Eniola (rewriting story)

Chapter 25 pt.2

Sébastian's POV

I add the potatoes to the water-paprika mixture, bring them to a boil, and cook for four to five minutes, or until the potatoes are delicate but just not fully cooked. As per what my mamá taught me, I use the tip of a paring knife since it should be easily inserted into the centre of a potato cube. I drain the potatoes and place them on a cooling rack completely, which takes about fourty five minutes. For the last stage, he heats vegetable oil in a pan in the oven to a  hundred and seventy-five degrees Celsius. Sébastian adds the cooled potato cubes and cooks them, stirring frequently, for five to six minutes, and until golden brown.

Now I'm on to the dessert, so I start by combining the espresso, custard, and chopped dark chocolate in a pan and stirring it together over low heat. I remove the chocolate from the heat and scrape it into a large mixing bowl to cool.

"That smells delectable."

Elena comments.

She comes to a halt and washes and dries her hands with a handcloth.

With a bright smile on her face, she walks over to my station.

"Would you like me to assist you, bello?" In a flirtatious tone, she questions.

Dios, the impact she has on me.

Felipe starts laughing as he clears his throat and points to the time, indicating there are less than thirty minutes left.

"Alright, Elena, can you please pick a different bowl and electric beaters to whip the egg whites to stiff peaks, and then I can add a pinch of salt and sugar and beat it for a minute more until stiff? Is that okay with you, or do you want to swap?" He returns her gaze.

"Hmmm, I will do the first one."

"All right, princesa, let's do it."

"I love it when you can refer to me like that, Astian."

"You already have a nickname for me?" Surprised, I inquire.

"Do you like it?" While beating the egg whites, she looks at me.

"No." She sulks.

"I adore it." She smiles as she rolls her eyes.

"Stop teasing me, I'm trying to concentrate."

"But, you love it though."

She gives me a tense look.

"Okay, I will stop."

After that, I add the salt and sugar and beat it again. My arms have become tough and tense. Elena attempts to massage my arm, which causes me to focus on her while slowing my movement.

"Oh, you get to tease me but I don't?" When she sticks her tongue out and looks at the time, her appearance changes to one of distress.

"Merda! We've got seven minutes." We laugh as we look at one another. She catches her breath after a while.

"Come on, Astian, we've got this."

"What should I do? And we have little time, princesa". He expresses his concern.

"I'm going to gently fold in the rest of the egg whites with a large metal spoon after stirring one-third of the beaten egg whites into the custard mixture until there are no streaks left. Also, remember to keep as much air in as possible. Plus, let's just have fun while we're cooking, like you said 'no pressure', Astian."

I finish my part, so when the timer goes off, Felipe turns it off and looks at us.

"It's not fair; I could've eaten that dessert." He walks out of the room, frowning.