Just a while ago, Medeia had thought, How hard could baking a pie be?
All she had to do was throw in some flour, butter, salt, sugar, water, and whatever else was needed, mix it all together with her magical mixer, and—BAM! A perfect pie, ready to go.
At least, that what's she thought. Reality, however, had other plans.
"Uh … are you sure it's supposed to look like this?" Medeia asked, staring at the mess in front of her.
The dough was way too runny, almost like pancake batter, and so ridiculously sticky that every time she tried to roll it out, it clung to the rolling pin like an obsessive ex.
[Host, which part of the instructions did you not understand?!]
[The system gave you a detailed recipe, step-by-step instructions, and even a video tutorial, so how in the world does your pie look one hundred percent different from the tutorial?!]
If the system could say harsh words, it would have said hundreds of harsh words to her.