The only thing I can properly do is cooking.”
In front of the camera, Kaya lotus was opening her mouth. Martin asked silently.
“How did you start cooking?”
“I wanted to eat delicious things. Like I told you before, our house is poor. I brought back ingredients that couldn’t be sold to the customers to the house and cooked them. At first, it was a shocking flavor. But fortunately, I had talent. Because I wanted to make the flavor at least a little bit better, I ran all around the place, and I got to know how to make it taste better. My mother and sister liked it.”
“You must have been happy.”
“Happy….. Yes, of course I was happy. But putting aside all of those feelings, cooking was like a respirator for me. Precisely speaking, it was like that when I ate delicious food. Taking care of my ill sister, helping my mother, the illness that makes your body ache like an old man. And a bite of a delicious thing. I thought that was the only reason for me to live, it was a time that I could talk like that.”