The stereotype that one thought would happen didn't happen in the end.
It was actually quite good.
It seemed that they were quite practiced when it came to cooking, so the food that they made was quite delicious.
The only problem was…
"Try some of this."
"No, you should have some of this."
"Try mine as well."
All of them kept pushing things onto me.
It was clear by the way that they did this that they were trying to show off their own cooking. After all, they even glared at each other as they pushed these dishes towards me.
They wanted to show off their own abilities while pushing aside the others.
But it didn't seem like they were that different in the first place.
Or at least it was the same for me since I was someone that just didn't have a good palate to begin with. I was someone who had eaten whatever I could get, so it wasn't as if I knew the difference between different foods.
At the same time, I could see how the others were looking at me.
