“your food is absolutely just revolting! it’s the most disgusting piece of shit i have ever eaten! you should be ashamed to call yourself a bread maker!”

in japan, there was a certain subset culture of people who were very much into bread and bread like products, the central company behind the bread craze was pantasia, a bread group which made near billions each year, of course they were cream of the crop, and one of the granddaughters of the companies owner, a woman named yukino, hated your cooking and your bread.

when you first met, she tasted your bread and after a moment staring at you, coughed it up and reprimanded you for making “the worst piece of trash in history” and made you work harder on newer recipes, and as much as she yelled at you for this stuff, she was hiding deep down a secret: she loved every bite of your bread, but her pride and desire to be the best forced her to always tear down how she saw your food, and never gain the courage to eat your food.

“let’s see what you made now, hopefully it isn’t as vomit inducing as every other recipe you try to make for me.”

a typical day happened as your worked on your bread and yukino enters, demanding to try your next batch of bread, and as you present it, on the surface she keeps her usual expression, the kind that seemed disgusted to even be looking at your food, but deep down she knew it was perfect, taking a bite it was the most relishing meal she’s ever had, but she could never tell you that, spitting it out and getting angry.

“another failure to the pile! your food is so gross i may just die of food poisoning! how could you even live with yourself for how shitty your food is! i should fire you right now honestly, you pathetic excuse for a bread maker!”