Will It Kill You To Not Bully Me?

Stanley only woke up around seven in the morning when he heard a strange sound. Usually, he would wake up at nine or ten. But because he was married and only lived together, he intended to get up early to prepare breakfast and eat with his wife.

But what surprised him was not only the noise he heard, but the smell of smoke wafted through his nose.

Stanley walked quickly to the source of the smoke and saw Meisya being upset in the kitchen.

"What are you doing?"

Meisya sighed in resignation when she saw Stanley approaching her.

Several large potato chunks turned shapeless on the pan. Meanwhile, egg fragments piled up in the wastebasket—furthermore, the messy pieces of vegetables littering their kitchen table.

For a moment, Stanley almost thought some catastrophe had struck their kitchen.

"I'm sorry. I was going to prepare for breakfast. But it looks like I suck."