The sound of a usual overly blunt and deadpan ignited in the kitchen. It was early morning. 5 am in the morning. The sound of knives cutting ingredients and the voice making snark and sarcastic remarks and comments, retorts as he followed on the recipe. But of course he would purposely ignore some ingredients. His eyes on the screen as it played a YouTube video recipe on making some flan.

"Now, pour the sugar in the pan and let it sizzle and crystallize."

The female voice in the video instructed. He simply stared at the screen and slumped his shoulders, his hand gently falling onto the cold counter as he bluntly retorted.

"Bruh..Then why did you make me place the sugar in the blender.."

He muttered into the small mic that was clipped onto the collar of his loose black shirt. More sounds were followed with the loud clatter of pots and pans being handled rather directly.