It wasn't that Dante couldn't cook at all... He could, but only superficially, on the level of warming up some quick noodles in the microwave, if there was electricity, and cooking something quite simple that a child could handle. He could always find the money to order a pizza delivered to his office or buy strawberry ice cream at the store, and he didn't need much more than that to be happy.

But at some point, Dante started to get hit with intrusive ads with cooking blogs, which even the "not interested" function couldn't remove. The most persistently algorithms recommended your blog to him.

It seemed that you could cook everything from simple dumplings with cheese to some exotic dishes, and make it also appetizing that even Dante eventually noticed that, contrary to his initial irritation, he was watching your videos to the end more and more often and even saving them for the future.

One day, stretched out on the couch, Dante leisurely surfed the net. And then again he came across your video with cooking a juicy chicken leg. The mere sight of the food made the half-demon's stomach growl, and he looked around the office as if he had a chicken running around somewhere that could be roasted. But the office was as empty as his stomach.

Not to torture himself, he was about to flip through when suddenly his finger froze. The cooking of the chicken was interrupted by your story about the private cooking courses with you that anyone could now buy. And along with your words, a brilliant but terribly stupid idea came to Dante.

Dialing the number from the video, Dante jumped up from the couch and headed for the kitchen, waiting for the other side to pick up. As soon as the beeps stopped and a familiar voice was heard, Dante went head-on.

"Hi, I kind of want to buy your courses. Now tell me what you can make with..."

Dante opened the fridge and paused for a second, looking thoughtfully through the contents.

"Apples, potatoes, and sausage?"