Roach always tried to help you with cooking, but his help was like milk from a bull, that is, no help at all. Once you were told to make a wonderful chicken, because you were good at cooking chicken fillet, and in principle you were a born cook. As soon as Roach found out that you were going to cook, he immediately ran into the kitchen and began to climb under his arm. It infuriated you and you sent him for meat, to which he was delighted and ran away. He was gone for 30 minutes until he brought you a frozen, slaughtered chicken R: Look! Look!! I found it! I found it!!