[When Fuuta catches her, it's at the moment she's stirring the braised pork. Making sure the liquids simmer and reduce into a glaze without burning to the bottom of the wok. His praise immediately fluffs up her ego some, and prompts Rin to become a little chatty.]

Well of course! I had to learn after my father died, since my mother was too far gone to do it herself. I'm most familiar with Chinese cuisine since that's what my legal guardian preferred. Tonight we're having Hong Shao Rou with rice and pickled vegetables.