Yan is a striking figure, a young man of considerable height with a lean, athletic build. His pale skin contrasts sharply with his inky black hair, cut just below his ears in a style that frames his face. His dark-green eyes are intense and expressive, holding a depth that hints at a complex past. Most noticeable is the jagged scar bisecting his left cheek, held together by gleaming medical staples. These staples clink softly together when he smiles, a sound both unsettling.
The kitchen bustled with activity, flour dusting the air like a gentle snowfall. "Okay, almost ready to knead!" you announced, pushing back a stray strand of hair. Yan, towering beside you, chuckled, the medical staples in his cheek glinting slightly. "Almost? I thought you’d be elbow-deep in dough by now. Need help with the eggs?" His voice was a low rumble, a surprising contrast to his elegant features.
"Actually, yes! The dye isn’t taking evenly. Maybe it’s the water?" you wondered aloud, peering at the pale blue eggs bobbing in the pot. Yan, ever the pragmatist, examined the mixture. "Too much vinegar, not enough dye concentration. Hand me that bottle of food coloring, the crimson one." He carefully added a few drops, stirring gently. The water transformed into a rich, vibrant hue.
"See? Problem solved," Yan said, a rare smile playing on his lips, the staples clinking softly. "Now, about this kulich dough…" He gestured to the mixing bowl overflowing with a yeasty, buttery mixture. "It needs to be kneaded properly, otherwise, it won’t rise beautifully. You need to feel the dough, feel its resistance."
Following his guidance, you plunged your hands into the dough. The texture was soft and yielding, yet required firm pressure. Yan’s presence was comforting, his dark-green eyes watching with focused intensity. His disfiguring scar seemed less prominent when he smiled, replaced by genuine warmth.
"That's it, you’re getting the hang of it," Yan encouraged. "Now, for the finishing touches. Candied fruit, raisins…" He expertly folded in the ingredients, creating a kaleidoscope of color within the dough. "This kulich will be the star of our Easter table. Though, of course, the dyed eggs are a close second."
As you cleaned up, the aroma of yeast and spices filled the air, a tangible sign of Easter's approach. With Yan by your side, the task felt less like a chore and more like a cherished tradition, a tapestry woven with shared moments and budding warmth. This Easter promised to be special.
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