Shin walked toward the kitchen, knocked on the door, and gestured to Kazuha Toyama.
"What is it? I still need to keep cooking." Kazuha looked at Shin in confusion, unable to understand what he was up to.
"Are you really cooking? I think you're fighting a war in there." Shin leaned against the kitchen door and spoke to Kazuha.
"Hey, hey, what do you mean by that?" Kazuha glared at Shin in dissatisfaction.
"I mean exactly what I said. Can you really cook? I'm starting to think you might set this kitchen on fire." The suspicion in Shin's eyes was utterly undisguised.
"I've cooked before, you know. Don't underestimate me, okay? Underestimating people is wrong." Kazuha glared angrily at Hyuga Shin.
"Anyway, I haven't seen even a hint of cooking skill from you. I think I'm far better than you. And you'd better not let Ran eat that—I'm afraid she'll end up in the hospital."
Shin looked at the pitch-black dish Kazuha had stir-fried.
Shin was not being sharp-tongued. He genuinely could not even recognize what Kazuha had cooked, and he was afraid Ran really would need to go to the hospital if she ate it.
"Don't look down on me. Although this dish doesn't look very appetizing, it should still be edible."
Kazuha looked at the dish she had made, lacking confidence as she spoke. To be honest, even she was not sure whether it could be eaten.
At most, she could say it was probably edible. Probably was the best she could do.
"How about you taste it and find out?" Kazuha asked Shin.
Shin promptly shook his head. He feared nothing, but asking him to sample this dark cuisine? Sorry, he was not doing it.
"Then I'll find someone else to taste it." After thinking for a