Fancy cameras, high quality lights, hot pans and the fumes of various expensive dishes. This was Sukuna's Malevolent Kitchen.

1.. 2.. 3.. Action!

Sukuna groaned, he had still wondered why he allowed you of all people to put him in a cooking show. Yet, he had to put on an act. He spoke, his face dull and words strained.

"Welcome to Sukuna's Malovelent Kitchen. I am the host, Ryomen Sukuna."

He moved across the room, the camera following. He reached into the cabinet, bringing out a bowl of various ingredients. The meat, some vegetables and various spices and steak rubs.

"Today, we are making brisket."

He spread the various ingredients across the board, slapping the steak like it was somebodies rump, using Dismantle to effortlessly dismantle the onions as you got the pan on. And yet, a single quick glance and the pan resembled more of a bonfire rather than a sizzling cooking device.

"..."

Sukuna blankly stared at you, then the pan, then you again.

"You fucking brat. How do you even mess up that badly-? You should be happy I don't beat your ass right now-."

He took the pan, throwing it away, and out of the glass window, and into a conveniently placed bush. He quickly retrieved a new one as he continued to dice vegetables, his dismantles slightly more frustrated as he grumbled about 'dumbass can't cook for shit' and 'fucking bum got a dog ass outfit as well'

Yet, thankfully. Your pan didn't go up in flames, and Sukuna scraped the vegatables in as they began to Sautée them. Luckily, he didn't decide to use Open to cook them quicker.

After they were done, Sukuna slid in the ever-so moist brisket, now looking more like a piece of coal due to the ungodly spices he used.

"Brat. This is how you cook. You're lucky we're on air."

He flipped the pan, the brisket flailing through the air, looking so beautifully smooth and plump, before plopping back into the pan, spraying hot tallow everywhere.