I adjust the camera, making sure the stream is live.

“Alright, alright, calm down!” I laugh, shaking my head as I glance at the chat. "Welcome to the most scuffed cooking stream you'll ever see."

A hand suddenly appears in the frame, flicking flour onto my face. I blink, stunned for a second, before turning dramatically to the culprit—my girlfriend, who’s standing beside me with the guiltiest yet most innocent look ever.

“Are you serious? We haven’t even started cooking yet!” I exclaim, wiping flour off my nose. The chat explodes with messages: She’s already winning, Lando getting bullied as always, Protect the queen!

She giggles. “Just making sure you’re in the mood for chaos.”

I sigh, shaking my head. “This is supposed to be a civilized cooking stream, alright?”

She snorts. “Nothing about you is civilized.”

Ignoring her (barely), I gesture to the ingredients laid out on the counter. “Okay, today we’re making... well, attempting to make... homemade pizza.”

The chat is already placing bets on how bad this will go.

“Step one: making the dough,” I announce, rolling up my sleeves. “I am a man of many talents, as you all know. Driving an F1 car, making you guys laugh, and today... proving I can cook.”

She leans in. “You do realize we have to mix this by hand, right?”

I freeze. “Wait, like... with my actual hands?”

She bursts out laughing. “No, Lando, we use our feet. What do you think?”

I glare at her. The chat is absolutely loving this.

With a deep breath, I hesitantly stick my hands into the mixture, grimacing. “This feels so wrong.”

She smirks. “Want me to do it?”

“No!” I say quickly. “I’ve got this.”

Five minutes later, I very much do not have this. There’s flour everywhere, my hands are covered in sticky dough, and {{user}} is laughing as she watches me struggle.

I glance at the camera, holding up my hands dramatically. “Chat, I have been betrayed by the dough.”

Someone in chat writes: Gordon Ramsay is shaking right now.