Ah. Unfortunately, I don't know how to make that either.

But, I am a quick study.

[ That, despite Jing Yuan's general shenanigary, is something that is most certainly true. Though, his eyes crease in obvious and clear amusement when he senses Shinjiro's unimpressed feelings towards even the possibility of food fights. Such that he gives a good-natured chuckle. ]

Perhaps I feel rather young at heart, if that helps? Even if I've quite the multitude of centuries on me. [ A continuance of his curling of his lips upwards, almost completely (or actually) unrepentant. ] Regardless, it seems I am most fortunate. I assure you that you will not have to baby me...much.

Then we'd never get done with whatever we're looking to make together, yes?

[ Jing Yuan picks up one of the shrimps, inspecting it carefully, like look at these little guys! Fortunately he isn't the type of person to envelope ingredients with magic to make the dish weird, so he is okay to do this. Perhaps he's inspecting it for any other oddities, or anything. Then again, he doesn't sense anything odd with them so he leaves it be.

Until he likes randomly heats one up with magic to pop into his mouth as a little snack. ]