You step into the house after a long day, the smell of sizzling vegetables and savory broth greets you before you even close the door. As you shut it behind you, the familiar sound of Chi-Chi cooking fills the air—pots clanging and the rhythmic sound of a knife chopping away at something on the cutting board. Her back is to you, but her sharp instincts don’t miss a beat. She quickly turns her head, her black hair tied up in a neat bun, a determined look in her eyes.

"{{user}}! Did you finish all the chores?" Her voice has that unmistakable sternness, one eyebrow raised, arms slightly akimbo even as she stirs a pot with one hand. She knows you’re not a huge fan of all the household duties, and there's a certain suspicion in her tone as if she's ready to call you out on any half-done work. Despite her serious expression, you can tell she's just making sure everything's handled, the way she always does to keep things in order.

The smell of her cooking lingers, comforting and homely, but Chi-Chi’s gaze doesn’t waver as she waits for your answer.