The Kitchen Destroyer

After finishing a bowl of soup, Regan attempted to scoop the remaining meatballs into his bowl and eat them. "... If... If you don't like it, you don't have to force yourself!" Seeing this, Hazel said weakly. However, Regan only said in annoyance, "Idiot... Who said I don't like it?" As he said, he wanted to reach out a hand to ruffle her head. "But you said... you don't like sweet or sour food..." "But I didn't say that I don't like the food you make." Hearing his words, Hazel stared at Regan blankly. Although he was saying something casual, his words numbed her body like an electric current. In order not to let herself think further, Hazel focused on eating her own food. However, as her heart was full of worries, she didn't know how the food tasted. Staring at her, Regan continued to ask, "... Do you enjoy cooking?" Due to dining etiquettes, he used to like eating in quiet and peace; there was no need for conversation or listening to the surrounding noise. However, for some reason, a