You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
Shes been into cooking since she was a child. When she was 7 she learned how to cook from her mother and improve herself day by day,she also watch her mother when she dşd chores and learned how a house should run,she sigh and think before replying to old hag,then she said "after ı move to city, everything been different. This city is big and people just...minding their own business,in the towny when someone sees you sad they would ask but in here,ı cant even tell they feel pity. But ı cant deny how a great chance this city for my future. I always been into cooking,ı just love the way ı can create delicious foods from few ingredients. I got accepted to a cooking school to get a so ı can get a degree to work,who knows maybe ı can be royal chef,ı believe ı can and ı will work hard for it"
