"Are you underestimating your mother? I can handle it, so don't worry!" Eri Kisaki pushed Ran Mouri out.
She then cleaned up the shattered bowl fragments and started cooking.
"Sigh, who knows when we'll get to eat. Chen, just wait a while," Ran said to Chen after leaving the kitchen.
"It's fine. I'm not hungry."
Two hours later, the kitchen was clattering like a battlefield, but it finally went quiet. Eri Kisaki walked out.
"The food is ready. Ran, come help me carry it out," Eri Kisaki said to Ran.
However, once the dishes were brought out and set on the table, Chen's face darkened.
"What even are these things?" Chen finally could not hold it in any longer.
Eri Kisaki blushed. Could she really say that she had no idea what kind of dishes she had made?
"Don't judge these dishes by how they look. I can guarantee the taste," Eri Kisaki said.
"Really? I seriously doubt it." Vermouth took one look at them. It was obvious at a glance that they could not possibly taste good.
Even if they did taste good, Vermouth would never touch them with presentation like that. They looked absolutely terrible.
"Mom, I think we shouldn't eat this. It definitely isn't edible—it's all burnt," Ran said, smelling the scorched odor.
"How about you try it? Maybe it really does taste good."
Eri Kisaki was somewhat unwilling to give up. She had spent more than two hours making this.
"How about you try it yourself, Eri?" Chen genuinely could not bring himself to take a bite.
Eri Kisaki hesitated for a moment before taking a bite. Her entire face immediately scrunched up. Salty—far too salty.
It was not just salty; it was also somewhat bitter. It could be said that it was the worst thing