"Ugh… this is so ruthless! How can we do all of this while all of them are already enjoying dinner?"
"Isn't this going out of hand now? Back then, we were only told to prepare a dish, but now they want all of us to do all the work!"
"This is upsetting. My parents didn't even let me touch anything in the kitchen, but look at me."
"Stop whining, will you?! Geez. You've been part of this family for years, but you still complain!" An older woman sighed heavily as she gazed at the other members of the Pierson family, all wearing aprons, hairnets, and some mouth masks for sanitary reasons.
It would be a normal sight if not for the lavish dresses and tuxedos they wore underneath the aprons.
"Young ones these days…" The older woman shook her head, glossing her eyes over their faces. "Just do what you're doing. Stop whining. In the future, you'll realize that being tasked in the kitchen isn't all that bad."
