"Onions, potatoes and... Ooh! It's enough." Ezio muttered, searching the baskets of the fresh farm produce.
He was in the church's kitchen since morning with two other volunteers, moving from one task to another without much rest.
The kitchen itself was a big place, with the walls being beautiful mixture of old and new architecture.
The walls were made up of coffee coloured cobblestone, giving it an overall earthy, old-world feel. But everything else other than that —stoves, ovens, counters were modern and well kept. The kitchen was huge, easily big enough to handle food for a crowd.
Thok—!!! thok—!!!
The steady cutting noises, bounced off the cutting board with a good amount of force. Ezio was cutting the onions and potatoes with utmost precision.
As he continued working, he heard a voice from the stove where fish fillets were sizzling in a pan.
"Nice skill you got there lad," the man said, adding a good amount of oil in the pan.
