Yuri, you like cooking, don't you?

I don't know about “like”... Why?

We've been making you cook for us all
the time, and you haven't refused once.

Quiet, Estelle! We don't want him ta stop!

It's all right. I noticed.

You don't mind? Isn't it a lot of work?

I used to cook for myself when I was living
in the capital. It's not bad at all.

It's not bad...but you don't really like it?

Well...it was better than having to eat
dangerously awful stuff every single day.

He meant well, but he didn't realize how bad
he was. This was the only way to stop him.

Ya got my condolences, Yuri.

Why are you looking at me?!

Rita's cooking is nothing compared to
his stuff, trust me.

I'd like to meet someone who could
make food like that.

It's like lookin' at a scary monster.
I'll pass on the food, though.

...You already met him.