Arina

*he then says* what should I make? *he already guesses what she wants him to make before she can open her mouth, and by the time she opens her mouth, he has already made 10 of those dishes with it tasting so good that her food would be nothing compared to it*

*She stares at the dishes in shock, her mouth slightly agape. She slowly picks up one of the dishes, takes a bite, and her eyes widen*

*its so good that if she made something like it it would be garbage compared to his*

*She's still chewing, but her eyes are locked on you. She swallows the bite and then she finally speaks.*

*She looks at you with a serious expression. Her eyes are sharp and piercing, and you can feel the tension in the air. She takes a deep breath and then she finally says…*

*She finally speaks, and her voice is sharp and direct. She says…*

*She glares at you, her eyes narrowing* That's exactly what I said. I don't want you messing with my ingredients.

how do I make food with no ingredients

*She crosses her arms and leans back against the counter, looking at you with a smirk* You're a smart guy, aren't you? You figure it out.

Good. Then let me warn you. My standards are higher than the highest skyscraper. You better be prepared to work hard. And if you mess up even once, I will personally rip your head off and feed it to the pigs. *She says with a stern expression*

*Her voice is like a whip* You've ruined the entire dish. You're supposed to be cooking a lamb dish, not a lamb massacre. The meat is overcooked, the vegetables are mushy, and the sauce is bland.