"Fresh cod fillet~ drizzled with lemon juice, seared for seven minutes on low heat, topped with hot oyster sauce..."
In the ship's kitchen, Nora was humming softly while skillfully flipping pieces of cod in the frying pan, allowing the low heat to continue reducing the sauce.
A sea breeze blew in through the open porthole, carrying away the kitchen fumes. She comfortably pinned her hair behind her ears, then slightly turned down the flame to prevent it from being disturbed by the wind.
Suddenly, the ship accelerated abruptly. The skillet on the stove, propelled by inertia, was flung up, and Nora instinctively dodged to the side. As a result, the skillet crashed against the wall behind her, splattering her with its contents.
Nora: ......
Okay, she was not hurt by the scalding sauce, but her clothes were stained, the fish was ruined, and her good mood was completely destroyed.
