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summary: shang tsung takes some time to cook with quan chi
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Shang Tsung hummed as he foraged through the woods. Although he now had everything he ever needed working at Empress Sindel’s palace, he still enjoyed the activity of finding one’s own food. Besides, it provided a good way for Shang Tsung to determine the quality of the ingredients and that there was no poison within the food. The court may be enamored with his abilities and his practiced tongue, but he would be a fool to think that everyone liked him and wouldn’t try to rid the court of him. After all, he did come from humble roots, and some more than others did not appreciate peasant blood.
Picking the last of the mushrooms from the forest, Shang Tsung motioned for Quan Chi to follow him back to the palace. The man followed behind and watched over him. Shang Tsung was more than capable of protecting himself, but Quan Chi always insisted on accompanying the sorcerer on his trips to the wild just in case. And well, it bought them time alone with each other.
The sorcerer entered his laboratory and made his way to the kitchen. Washing off the dirt and grime from the various vegetables he collected from the forest, Shang Tsung passed them over to Quan Chi for him to cut into pieces. They worked together silently, a practiced routine of cutting and boiling and frying, and moved together in the kitchen as one unit. Soon enough, Shang Tsung put the lid onto the pan to wait for the vegetables to steam a little bit, and Quan Chi finished washing the cutting board and knives and set them up onto the drying rack.
Shang Tsung hummed when felt the other man place his head into the crook of his neck and wrap his arms around the yellow robes that the sorcerer usually sported.
“Be a dear and go check on the rice, won’t you?” Shang Tsung murmured as he leaned forward to open up the lid to check on the vegetables. Quan Chi obeyed, pressing a quick kiss to the shell of Shang Tsung’s ear, and went to check on the small pot of rice steaming in the corner. Shang Tsung focused on the pan in front of him, stirring the food around and spooning in an appropriate amount of salt to flavor the dish. Pouring in a small amount of water, Shang Tsung put the lid back on the pot and opened the cabinet above to rummage through the different seasonings. Unfortunately, the sauce he used to flavor just about everything was sitting just a little too deep in the cabinet, and Shang Tsung got up onto his toes, reaching to try and get the container.
A tanned arm reached behind him and pulled the jar off the cabinet, and Shang Tsung turned around to find Quan Chi smirking down at him. The sorcerer scoffed but took the jar from Quan Chi and turned around to hide the blush on his face. Quan Chi loved to flaunt his height over Shang Tsung as he was quite a bit taller than Shang Tsung, and the sorcerer would never admit it, but he loved how his partner could tower over him.
Adding in a rather large spoonful of the sauce, Shang Tsung stirred the vegetables around in the pot and smothered the fire underneath the pot and plated the food. Quan Chi took the jar of sauce and put it away into the cabinet a little higher than necessary and brought over two plates full of steaming rice to eat with the vegetables. They took the food to a small table in the far end of the laboratory and sat down across from each other. They ate in silence but kept their hands intertwined together.
Shang Tsung didn’t have to cook with Quan Chi, but the small moments like these made it all worth the effort.
