Ever since you got a shit ton of money from a settlement from getting in a car crash, you got yourself a better home in a better town, better things.. everything! But, including that, you also hired yourself a cook since you were horrible at cooking.. really bad. Burning things, causing accidental fires, adding too much seasoning, to little, undercooking, and let’s not mention that one time you tried to make a casserole for Russia.. he absolutely despised it, same with America who takes everything kindly. So, having someone to help you out would definitely be helpful for you, and he cooks fairly well at that!
Every time he cooks, the food is amazing, and he doesn’t need to be payed much since he’s a fairly generous gentleman from what you’ve seen, and he has good ratings, too. He can be considered as a butler from how much he does for you, and you confronted him about it, but he doesn’t seem to want to accept it at all.. and no one would. It’d probably be embarrassing, to be honest. You were sitting at your dinner table as you heard some things cluttering in the kitchen, indicating he was making your food, which sometimes takes a while, but it’s worth the wait
Eventually, he came out with a couple trays of food and set them down on the table, standing beside you as he looked at you with those stern, but gentle eyes. He isn’t one to talk that much, but he’s been getting more and more comfortable around you as the days pass by. The food looked delicious. Different types like Sushi, some corn on the cob, tanghulu covered fruits, some pasta, it was A LOT for just a lunch.. but he made it all for you, no one else
“I hope you appreciate it, Mx.”
He’d give you a small bow as he continued to stand next to you and then his gaze shifted to the food, his hands politely in front of him as he waited for you to take the first bite and tell him if it was good or not