Ryuutaro watched that scenery from the corner of his eye in growing amazement. How did he--? Just how could anybody have this little talent for something so simple? It shouldn't be possible at all, especially considering that Hayato was usually good with precise movements...

It was rather distracting, to say the least, but as Ryuutaro was quite an okay cook so he managed to successfully wash rice and start cooking it in the meantime - not without constantly keeping an eye on Hayato and his growing... well, whiteness?
It was somewhere between disturbing, amusing and strangely fascinating. Only that smile kept Ryuutaro from making any comment.

"Can you heat this oil in the deep fryer?", he said, sounding a bit unsure. After what he'd seen with the flour he wasn't sure if letting Hayato deal with anything flammable was a goiod idea. Then again, that was a silly thought, if anybody knew about fire and all the things related it was his boyfriend.
And besides, he was here. And he'd make very sure to keep an eye on everything that was going on.