God of cooking

Chapter 33: A dish made by a chef (1)

It does not belong to me. It is translated by KobatoChanDaiSuki   

In Kaya's childhood, there was not even a spoon worth of peace.

Also she didn't have a father. Her mother, Grace, said that her father left the house when she was young. And when Kaya became 6 years old, a man appeared next to Grace. She doesn't remember all the details, only that his eyes were shockingly deep and blue. Grace said that he was her father. Because Grace's eyes were brown, and Kaya's were blue, she didn't even doubt that he was her real father.

Of course, that trust didn't get her any rewards. One day, that fake father fought with Grace inside the house and broke all of the furnitures, and after that, he didn't show himself. He had left. After leaving a living being inside the mother's womb.

She doesn't remember the details, but she did remember that Grace was really sensitive and suffering at that moment. Maybe, the existence of Kaya was what drove her to keep working for her sake, but was she not enough? Kaya still remembered the scene where her mother was crying alone with her face buried on a pillow in a dark room.

And at some time, the thing that soothed Grace wasn't her tears, but alcohol. Fortunately there were no injections. She would mostly drink cheap beer until she fell asleep because of the alcohol.

Was it because of the alcohol? Or was it because of the bad luck that followed her everywhere? The child Grace gave birth to after the intense pain, Kaya's sister, was disabled. Cerebral paralysis. Looking at that child who couldn't even move her body as she wanted, no, that couldn't even make a proper expression, she felt that her world was being painted with dirty ink.

After coming back from elementary school, she had to go to the market instead of her house. It wasn't that she hated that. Just like any child from any unlucky family, Kaya too, couldn't help but mature early on. She was poor and didn't have any proper skills, and her mother that wasn't even selling things, but was cleaning the market. A disabled sister that if left alone, would have no way to live on. To grumble about her life, reality was too harsh.

But not because of that did she take life as a happy thing. It was a life where she was resigned to live properly and was being dragged. Her character was harsh, and her mouth was foul. Looking at the annoyed faces of the merchants, and looking at her friends of the same age running and playing, the awl in her heart got sharper. And that awl even made her drop out from middle school.

"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."

Putting aside that she was talking about that calmly, it's contents were dark. It couldn't even be said that it was an exaggeration. If you have lived that kind of life since small, then you could only think like that.

"I dropped out from middle school halfway. Because the medicine fee for my sister was really expensive and we were really tight on money with just that. In the first place, I wouldn't be able to go to college if I kept on going to school, so I just wanted to work."
"......It must have been a difficult decision."
"Difficult decision? I wonder. The moment I dropped, I even felt a sense of freedom. Even so, that wasn't a place where I could be in. I wanted to rip people's mouths when they were in a bad mood just because of puberty when they didn't even have any kind of problems in their house. You saw batman right? The mouth of the joker is ripped. Yeah, like that."