Sulu grinned. "Maybe in the future, Chinese takeout never goes bad," he said, giving Ianto a wink before moving aside so the other could reach the other burners of the stove. In reality, he'd never left food in his fridge that long; either his family threw it out, or he ate it all well before it went bad. He wasn't one for needless waste. Well, usually, anyway.

He had no idea what simmering entailed, but either Ianto knew or Ianto would figure it out. Sulu really had no place in a kitchen, and that was a fact. "Alright, so. You... do that, and I do something else? Or we both can stand here and stare at the butter melting, whichever works for you."