"so sanji, what was your inspiration for wanting to learn how to cook?"
Out of habit, Sanji nearly claimed that his father-figure Zeff had been his inspiration. For so long, he had hid behind that half truth, not wanting to reveal his biological family to a single member of his crew. Now that they knew, he didn’t see a point in it.
“When I was a kid, I was sneakin’ around in the kitchen. The cooks were finishing up my mother’s dinner, and I managed to sneak a bite before they left. Kids don’t have developed palates, but even I knew it tasted like shit. It was bland! Bein’ a dumbass kid, I thought the better food tasted, the better it had to be for you.
So I wanted to make something that tasted loads better than the slop they were feeding her.
I didn’t ‘cause I was, what — four, five? What I made sucked ten times worse. But she was so nice, and so encouraging. She ate everything I ever made her, and she ate it with a smile. She’s the reason I wanted to cook. Making people happy because I paid special attention to them, made them something that makes them feel good inside.”