Hacking Flavors
Special Fried Noodles

Various options lined up in my mind. Between catching the stalker right now, or accompanying Karina to safely return home.

"But it's true that Karina's stalker or not is debatable. Ah, I'd better go with Karina from behind. Like her she was also about to go home," I muttered slowly as I darted running.

Not until five minutes later, Karina and the motorbike she was driving then entered the house of her parents. And after I observed, the biker who had been stalking Karina turned out to continue to go to the end of the complex.

"Oh. I guessed wrong. It seems like he is also a resident of this complex.." I murmured slowly.

I went inside Mark's house and found him sitting in front of the TV.

"Mark, I'm home. We cook now?" Ask him to say hello.

Mark was shocked and had a small jump from his seat.

"God! Ow hell! Just bang ngagetin! Brother has come home? Where did you buy indumie?" Ask Mark to wonder.

"In the mini market front. On the side of that big road!" Answer me as I step into the kitchen.

"Huh?! That's a long way off, Bang! Riding the motorbike also takes twenty minutes!"

"Have you forgotten my ability?" I asked back.

And Mark was flabbergasted where he was now.

"Come on! We cook! We should also be able to cook your Mama's indumie menu, Mark!" I cried to take her.

Shortly after, Mark followed my steps into the kitchen. But once we got there, chaos was waiting for us.

I looked at the package of groceries I just bought. I had bought some indumie packs, ready-to-eat sausages, meatballs, practical balado seasonings, sauces, soy sauce, palm oil and eggs.

Well, it turns out that the eggs I bought have broken almost all of them. Of the eight eggs in one pack, only two remain unbroken. Just crack it. While the other six eggs had broken and the liquid contents of his spilled out from his pack.

The fillings of the eggs then overflow and wet the packaging of indumie and also sausage in the bag of crackle that I carry

"Well, this is an egg why is it breaking like this??" Mark asked with a faint smile.

I scratched my jaw which didn't actually feel itchy. And I felt really embarrassed as I looked into Mark's eyes who was clearly laughing at my carelessness.

"Haha!! Must be because of the super running power Bang Erlan deh that makes it stumble on a shuffle until it breaks apart! If this is the case, what would it be like, Bang, tell her?" Mark continues to be teased.

"Well, we use what we can still use, Mark!" I try to stay in the same way as Santuy. I actually feel ashamed.

I then asked Mark to boil the water in the pot. While I cleaned the sausage packaging and also the noodles that were exposed to egg liquid earlier, by washing it with running water.

Next, I cut the sausage and ready-to-eat meatballs into small pieces. And Mark brews his noodles first.

After the noodles ripen, I drain them from the boiling water. Then I sauteed the practical balado seasoning with enough monyak. After the fragrant aroma was smelled, I put the pieces of sausage and meatballs into the pan, then I put the noodles that had been drained to mix into one.

After that, I stirred all the ingredients until evenly distributed all the spices, I gave the indumie spice in half, and also a little additional soy sauce and sausage.

"Already! So deh.. Laila-style fried noodles!" I said as soon as I finished turning off the stove fire.

"Hmm.. very fragrant, Bang. auto hungry!" Mark auto's comments became a mood buster for me.

"Let's eat now, Mark! It's still warm!" Take me to Mark.

The two of us then brought a plate filled with mounds of Laila-style fried noodles to the TV room. There, we focused on our dinner without saying anything more.

After finishing eating...

"Wahh. bang. This original is really delicious!" Mark praised my cooking.

"When the seasoning is practical, right? Actually, if there are additional vegetables and mushrooms will also be better, Mark! The taste of eating restaurant-style spagethie is so it!" My good luck said.

"Duh Bang! Don't make drool again dong! This is a full stomach! Eeeeggs!" Mark burps hard.

And I smiled watching the joy on my son's face.

"Aren't you interested in being a chef, are you? Bag Erlan's cuisine is delicious!" Praise Mark suddenly.

I raised my eyebrows while looking at Mark sharply.

"Don't tell me you asked me to be your chef, Mark?" My pointing is sharp.

Mark then shamed in shame because his intentions were discovered. And I was finally only able to shake my head.

"Can't do it, Mark!" I replied immediately rejecting his proposal.

"Why can't you, Bang?" Mark's protest looks disappointed.

"Gro!!" Replace me who burps now.

After releasing the rest of the wind trapped in my stomach earlier, I also answered Mark's question just now.

"Indeed you want to eat fried noodles every night, huh?" Speak to me with a soft tone.

"Huh? What do you mean, Bang?" Mark did not understand.

"I can only cook these fried noodles, Mark. Coincidentally at that time your mother was pregnant young, and pingin really dimasakin this fried noodle is the same as me. He craves it!" Said I answered Mark's curiosity earlier.

"??!"

I looked at Mark who was just staring at me quietly. Then continue my words again..

"So I speeded up learning to make this special fried noodle for Laila. And yeah, I can't, right?"

Remembering Laila, I missed my love again.

'Hh.. Yang.. I've taught Mark, your special noodle recipe is yes! But. it's a pity because you can not join my fried noodles nyicipin again.' murmured I grieve in the heart.

Realizing that I was about to dissolve into my grief again, I hurriedly asked Mark.

"Indeed Laila, I mean Mama you never taught you guys (Mark and Nila) to make this fried noodle?" Ask me wonder.

Mark shook his head once.

"Never, Bang. Mama usually always masakin us healthy cuisine ala Mama. It's rare to cook fried-fried and junk food like gini" Mark replied.

I also nodded in amazement.

"You mean, your mom was never this fried noodle masakin, Mark?" ask me again.

"Yes. Never once though. Even ordinary brewed noodles never, Bang," replied Mark again.

I was flabbergasted too. Though as I remember before Laila often said that she wanted to often eat this special fried noodles with me and also our children later.

"Oh! Just remember! Like Mama ever talked about special fried noodles. Don't you mean this special noodle?" Mark was hesitant.

My attention was immediately drawn to Mark back.

"What did your mom say, Mark?" Ask me a curious.

"At that time Nila once brought home chicken noodles for us to eat together. At that time there was still Papa Kiyano as well." said Mark telling me.

Instantly my mood instantly deteriorated upon hearing Kiyano's name being called. However, Mark's following made my heart turn upside down.

"But keep Mama comment, if the fried noodles made by Papa Erlan, much better!"

Deg. Deg.

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