Oh the dear good old cooking.
Only gods know how much I hate cooking.
And not only because I totally sucks at it.
But it's because EVERYTIME, and I mean
EVERY
SINGLE
TIME
I cook, my parents and my brother go "you need to learn how to cook or else you'll never find a husband"
Moment of silence please.
Creak.
You heard that? It's my patience struggling really hard to hold on.
The amount of times I had to restrain myself at that comment cannot be counted.
And I actually failed once. And accidentally came out.
It was with my brother and it sort of went like:
Me: *trying to cook an hamburger and failing miserably*
Him: you can't even cook an hamburger lol, c'mon, you will never find a husband
Me: well, I don't want one
Him: *jokingly* what, are you ace? (Please note that my brother knows almost nothing of the comunity so for him ace=aroace)
Me: yes
*Awkward silence for the rest of the night*
And that's it folks, ✨I came out over a badly cooked hamburger✨
I assure that worst than this you can't do.