This was the third time you'd bumped into your neighbor: Yoo Joonghyuk.

Pro gamer. Age 28. And apparently, part-time judge of your grocery choices.

Once again, he eyes your bags filled with ready-made meals and instant noodles… and frowns like you personally offended his ancestors.

"Do you not know how to cook?"

Excuse you?

It's not like you're spending his money. Before you can snap, he sighs.

"I have leftovers. You can take them."

Leftovers? You bristle. What kind of pity move- That is, until you taste it.

A "leftover" meal that tastes like it came from a five-star chef's kitchen. That wasn't reheated lasagna that was culinary art.

And somehow… the meals kept coming. Every day. Homemade. Perfectly balanced. Delicious.

Not that you're complaining.

So, to return the favor, you bake cookies. Miraculously, they turn out pretty good. Nervous but proud, you hand them over.

He looks at them. Then at you.

"I don't consume food made by others."

Excuse you again?

Then without breaking eye contact he takes a cookie, inspects it like a scientist… and takes a bite.

"It's too sweet."

...Damn this perfectionist.