Cinderella Today
Chef Ella
Actually Ella prefers shopping in traditional markets compared to Mall or minimarket, according to him in addition to the price is much cheaper as well as goods sold fresher because it is directly picked and sold. Different in the Mall that lasts for days or even weeks, it looks fresh because it is maintained by room temperature aka not withered exposed to sunlight.
Two packs of white rice and other equipment ready for execution and magic into fried rice seafood that is not less the same five-star restaurant. Ella rang the bell and before long Rega opened it with a more fress look, wearing the same ordinary shirt with the same different shorts that he usually sees with a formal look that he thinks is like gini fathers is more human.
"More." Stretched out his hand after reaching into his pants pocket.
"What?" Astonished to see the tens of thousands of dollars in his hand.
"Back of shopping." Towards the kitchen with a shopping palstick.
Rega closed the door and followed Ella with her eyes towards the kitchen. The noisy girl dismantled the plastic groceries and took out its contents, deftly peeling onions and others. He was curious because during this time he never saw people cooking directly, ART he hired never did it because it only cleaned the apartment and washed clothes and ironed his clothes.
The food he eats orders from his regular restaurant and sometimes eats with business associates.
"Don't make my kitchen explode" pulled up a chair and sat not far from Ella who was busy with her work.
"Please, um, it won't blow up Ella's assurances." Stay concentrated make fried rice seasoning.
"The refrigerator o'm leaping is so dear to the wine."
Rega looked at the refrigerator that never had any contents. "Gue rarely eats at home."
"Submit a message of food is also late."
"How to waste Om, tell ART Om to cook is not a waste of money."
"Gue males."
Ella washed the vegetables and started cutting them very skillfully, even the movements were exactly the same as professional chefs. Rega took it seriously, if one of the hands can be cut off. After cleaning the shrimp he began sauteing the seasoning he had pureed, fragrant as fragrant as the smell of spices filled the room.
Kruyukk....
Again Rega stomach sounds impatient to ask for food rations, smell the fragrant added laper again dah....
Ella giggles to hear it, that guy who is cold 11-12 the same refrigerator can not jaim in front of her because of the stomach of the concert only. "Patience Om, wait a little longer to look at me." Continuously stirring the half-cooked rice, he put in the shrimp. The last soy sauce salted, oyster sauce he put and he stir again until well mixed. The money is amazing to make the laper added laper and the laper not so the laper. At the taroh on the plate and stay waiting for the flat egg.
Rega noticed the face of Ella who was putting up, it turns out that the bar-bar chick like she was shrewd in the kitchen Gak kebayang before. Ella placed a plate of shrimp fried rice in front of the starving Rega.
Rega noticed his appetizing look, what else is that smell that you are really fragrant.