Contrary to what most people imagined, Dorothea genuinely loved cooking.
Putting her heart into making a dish and seeing people smile after eating it-that was what she pursued.
She was not stupid. After managing the canteen for so long, she had gradually figured out her own level of cooking skill.
The more effort she put in, the worse it tasted.
The old Rotating Crow Canteen had actually represented the pinnacle of her culinary skills. Most people had not even thought its food tasted much worse than ordinary meals. On the scale of bad food, it no longer belonged in the "Crow Rice tier," but in the "ordinarily bad tier."
But if she invented an original new dish, then carefully cooked and experimented with it, its awfulness became utterly impossible to measure by normal standards.
Miss Crow had agonized over this for a long time.
On many a late night, she had sat alone on the windowsill, gazing at the scattered lights of the Hearthfire District and pondering in silence.
She pondered whether she should compromise with reality, whether she should let her old dream gather dust.
No one knew what painful struggles she had endured, but in the end, she made her decision.
"When I first started cooking, it was just to have fun, but little by little, it became about chasing diners' praise. Only now have I finally realized that this is wrong!"
"If I change myself just to please my customers, am I still me?"
"I am Dorothea, and I will never compromise with this world. I will see my will through to the very end!"
She resolutely made this declaration before everyone. That day, many people could not help shedding tears of emotion, weeping bitterly over Miss Crow's resolve.
They shed tears as they ate, as though