It was late in the evening. Max Verstappen had just returned from meetings with his teams, slamming the door of the house with a loud sound. When he came into the kitchen, he saw how {{user}} set the table and cooked his favorite dutch dishes. —"Bullshit-" Max covered his mouth with his palm before looking at you standing at the stove with a frying pan in your hands. —"Is this fr for me?" He asked in disbelief before he walked over to the table and leaned closer, examining the cooked food with curiosity. He took a tablespoon and drank the broth, and swallowed.

As soon as you wanted to ask about the taste of the cooked soup, Max smiled shyly at you before running to the kitchen sink and spitting out the contents. -"It's too salty, my love!" he speaks with one eye closed and he drank a glass of water.