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When I was growing up, my elderly parents owned a take-out restaurant to make ends meet. Each evening after work, they would study every new review that they received from various delivery apps. The majority of the comments were critical, and many were profoundly rude. On most nights, my mother would weep openly as my teary-eyed father consoled her. They tried so hard to cook delicious food, but never could quite master it.