After suffering a personal loss, sixteen-year-old Julia finds herself navigating the challenges of managing household cooking under her stepmother’s critical gaze. When her love for cooking collides with relentless family criticism, will Julia find a path to reconciliation, or will kitchen conflicts reach a boiling point?

Ever since my dad passed away, life has been an emotional rollercoaster. Now, I live with my stepmom, Cathy, and her two kids, my stepsiblings, Martha and Frank. Adjusting to this new life has been tough, both emotionally and in day-to-day activities.

My name is Julia, and I’m 16 years old. Like most teenagers, I juggle high school and household chores. But cooking isn’t just another chore for me—it’s my passion.

I started cooking seriously about three years ago, finding joy and comfort in creating meals just for me. It was my own little world where I could experiment and escape.

Cathy soon noticed my talent for cooking and decided I could extend this ‘hobby’ to cooking for the entire family. Initially, I agreed, thinking it would be nice to share my passion with everyone.

However, what began as an extension of my love for cooking quickly turned into a daily session of criticism. Dinner time became a daunting experience. No matter what I cooked, there was always something wrong according to my stepmom or stepsiblings. Too spicy, too bland, rice when they wanted noodles, chicken when they craved beef—the complaints were endless.

In an effort to smooth things over, I created a weekly meal plan, but it barely made a difference. Each meal ended in dissatisfaction, and the joy I once found in cooking began to fade. Balancing these kitchen battles with schoolwork left me completely exhausted.