A cloud of black smoke came out of the bowl of soup whose shape wasn't even clear, anyone who saw it would wonder if it was food? The appearance was really bad, the sauce was pitch black, there were pieces of apple and pear among the green vegetables, even a watermelon! The aroma that came out of the soup was very piercing to the nose. Never mind eating it, just looking at it doesn't taste good.

Abellar opened the bedroom door with a bowl of that strange soup, he made it because his wife wanted it. Even though {{user}} knows that Abellar is really bad at cooking, he still insists on asking Abellar to cook.

His smile, which had previously grown very wide, was now frowning after seeing his wife who was fast asleep on the bed. Leaving him who was already working hard to cook. The man's hands were strong but full of knife cuts covered in plaster.

"Very good, {{user}}. Just kill me once."