Getting Married for Lying
034 - My cuisine, Harimauku

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Vier tapped his finger at the table while reading the OMG brand's cosmetic sales report that currently made his forehead wrinkle. Vier throws a report-filled paper, restores his hair while leaning his back against the backrest of the work chair.

"Why are lip cream sales going down this week, Mike? Is not this matte lip cream a product that for the last two months has been selling very well?" ask Vier.

Mike pointed his smart tablet at Vier.

"Amoreus carried out a massive price slam strategy that successfully attracted the attention of consumers. Consumers assume that the price of Amoreus products is much more affordable," Mike explained the sales report of several cosmetic brands that are currently in demand by consumers.

"Haha, affordable price but sacrificing quality! Smart consumers would not choose such a product!" Vier laughing.

"Amoreus market target itself is targeting consumers of teenagers and young adults, but according to information, many middle-age mothers use Amoreus cosmetics because the price is very affordable."

"Huh, yes indeed, between very affordable and cheap it makes no difference at all! But the problem is if this continues, over time OMG sales can decline, Mike!" vier grumbled while propping up his chin with both hands resting on his desk.

"Amoreus even hooked some famous beauty influencers who had worked with OMG," continued Mike.

"Haha, yes, yes, his work copycat can only imitate without innovating!" vier Sahut.

Mike reached into his pocket, taking out his vibrating smart device.

"Yes hello, Miss Vaya," Mike answered his phone.

"Sir Mike, is Vier going to have dinner at home today?" ask Vaya.

Mike threw his gaze towards Vier.

"What's up, Mike?" ask Vier.

"Bu Vaya asked, are you going to have dinner at home?"

Vier frowned.

"Where would he go if I didn't have dinner at home? Going on a date with another man? Huh!" vier's Druck.

"Mom Vaya, do you have plans to go home late tonight?" ask Mike.

"No, I wanted to go home early, because I wanted to prepare our own dishes so we could have dinner together" Vaya replied.

"Mom Vaya, can you cook?" ask Mike to be surprised.

"Hmm, if it is called can cook yes, but certainly can not be equated with the ability to cook a five-star chef," replied Vaya.

Vier frowned again.

"Hows it? Is Vier coming home and having dinner at home?" ask Vaya again.

Vaya is waiting for an answer from Mike. He is currently betting on himself. If Vier is not willing to eat his food, it means that Vier will not return home on time just for dinner. That's the strategy used by Vaya to be able to go home late without impressed "wandering".

"How Sir?" ask Mike.

Vier guessed what Vaya was planning. Why did she suddenly bother preparing dinner?

Does she mean to go on a date with another man if I decline her dinner invitation?

"If your cooking disappoints, you'll get my punishment! Tell him that, Mike," said Vier, grinning.

"Well, sir," said Mike.

Mike immediately conveyed this to Vaya. Instantly Vaya directly massaged his head. Intentionally wanting to make Vier refuse dinner with her because of Vaya's uncertified cooking, Vier instead turns things around by making Vaya's cooking a threat to Vaya.

Ughhhh! You crazy Vier! The mental! Vaya cursed in his heart.

"Oh, what should I cook? Don't take my cooking, my harimau!" suliku Vaya's.

Vaya immediately searched for the easiest recipes circulating on social media.

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Vier got out of the car as soon as Jo opened the door. 

"Good night, Mr. Vier," said Mr. Jo.

"Good night, Mr. Jo," replied Vier.

Vier steps into the dining room followed by Mike. He immediately spread his gaze to the still-empty dining room.

"Where is Vaya? Didn't he say he'd cook for dinner?" ask Vier.

"Bu Vaya is still preparing food in the kitchen, sir," replied Jo

"Haha! What is she cooking?" asked Vier laughing sarcastically.

"I'm sorry, have you been waiting for a long time, Vier?"

Vaya enters the dining room with two waiters, they push the carriage with the food she had just finished cooking.

Vaya immediately placed the bowl before Vier who threw a skeptical look at the contents of the white bowl.

"Taste first" Vaya replied proudly.

"I don't want to eat obscure food. In this house, all the food I eat is a recommendation from the best nutritionists who are processed by certified chefs."

"'And you serve food that is not even guaranteed hygiene. What if you're putting up some dangerous ingredients, or ingredients that I'm allergic to?" Vier explained.

"My health and safety are top priorities" Vier continued.

Vaya took his bowl, sat quietly and took a fork.

"Vier, take it easy, before I consulted your best nutritionist, and asked the chefs who used to serve you food. During the cooking process, the chefs were also watching me" Vaya explained.

"I made a white mustard roll chicken stuffed with fresh spicy sauce."

Vaya stabbed one of the mustard rolls and then bit, chewed, and swallowed it.

"If I put in the dangerous ingredients like you said, me and your certified chefs would have died from the crowd earlier, hehe," Vaya chuckled.

Vier still threw a skeptical gaze towards his bowl.

"Vaya, you know, what consequences would you have if the food you serve was not as expected?" 

Vier took his fork.

"There are two problems I'm going to blame you for. The first is that you've made the chefs who should be working so they don't work. And you've also wasted my time with the chefs for having to work hard to prepare other meals for me."

Vaya grinned, threatening is part of Vier's life.

"You haven't even tried it yet, how could you directly judge me like that? It's not fair" Vaya said.

Vier began to feed the white chunks of mustard rolls into his mouth, slowly chewing, and instantly his facial expression stiffened.

Vier took the mineral water and gulped it down quickly.

Vaya immediately stiffened, was the taste of the cuisine that bad?

Even though he had gotten the recipe from the contents of the toktok and the chefs who supervised and guided him also praised the taste of his cuisine as a food that was worth serving to Vier.

Is Vaya too confident?

"Mike, come here."

Mike immediately approached the table.

"Take a taste, too" Vier ordered.

Mike took another fork and took a piece of mustard roll and started eating it.

Mike's face stiffened immediately.

"What do you think, Mike?" ask Vier.

"'Enak, sir," Mike answered briefly.

"Mike's? Do you really think so?" ask Vier.

Mike nodded then took another piece.

"Enak," he said.

Vaya commented on the happy smile of seeing Vier who looked annoyed.

"Mike, are you sure your tongue isn't wrong?" Vier took out a piece of scroll and directly chewed on it.

"The texture of the white mustard is still crunchy and juicy, the chicken meat is well seasoned, the sauce has enough viscosity, the spicy taste is fitting mixed with fresh sour taste," Mike explained his assessment.

"Oh!" Vier grunting.

"This must be because you were helped by the chefs who guided you. If not, you can only serve me food that is not worth it" commented Vier on the sidelines of his busy chewing.

"I'm just trying to live up to your expectations, Vier," Vaya commented with a happy smile.

"Hows it? Did my cooking meet your expectations?" ask Vaya.

"Vaya, you don't feel too confident. I have high expectations. For me, the food you serve is clearly not able to meet my expectations" replied Vier.

"W-what?" Vaya.

"Therefore, you must accept the consequences of your high self-confidence."

 Vier chewed his food.

"From tomorrow morning, you have to prepare a decent meal for me to eat. Of course without any guidance from the chefs" Vier ordered.

"What-what?!" Vaya was shocked.

Vier grinned, went back to eating his food. 

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