My Annoying Chef's
Chapters 10

The studio became very quiet, apparently the contestants trying to focus on listening to the cues of the judges.

"Take the garlic, .. peel, .. then finely chop." The loka walks around the participants' bench.

The contestants looked increasingly tense.

"The time begins with, .." Andrew shouted.

However, the man hung his words, thus making the atmosphere even more tense.

"Now!!" Shouted Alia.

Andrew and Alia looked at each other, then smiled. While Loka looked to roll her eyes with a facial expression that could not be explained by words. A sharp look, also a sneer full of ridicule, but always looks handsome.

Farah brought a few cloves of garlic, hit him with a knife first, separated him from the skin, and then started chopping him.

Loka walked around the bench, looking at the participants one by one. There are those who look very mastered it, there are also those who look nervous until their hands vibrate.

"If anyone is done, raise your hand!" Loka.

"Ready Chef!!" They answered simultaneously.

Farah tried to focus, she looked at the people around her, then looked up to see the time machine located above the ceiling of the room.

"OK, stop!" Andrew shouted, when he saw one of the participants raise his hand.

He walked past a few of the participants' benches, then saw the chopped garlic results that the contestants showed.

"Less smooth!" Andrew shook his head.

They looked at each other, then smiled meaningfully.

"Okay, continue." Alia.

And after that the contestants again started chopping garlic as smooth as possible. Until finally Farah raised her hand, which immediately stole the attention of Loka.

"Stop!" Loka shouted.

The man walked over to Farah, with both hands folded over her chest. And actually stopped right next to Farah, looking at the girl's chopped garlic.

The girl who had made her emotions rise and fall because of her taunts that she always answered without feeling afraid or awkward.

Farah fell silent with a palpitating feeling, then ventured to look at the tall man standing beside her. Loka who realized that immediately turned her head, and the two of them stared at each other in a very close distance.

"Okay, Nex!" Loka shouted loudly.

Then he just left without saying another word, leaving Farah a little confused.

"Well? So what should this be?" Farah dingingin.

A contestant raised his hand again, made the jury come back and made sure the smooth chopping of garlic was his.

"Okay, nex!" Alia screaming.

The atmosphere became very thrilling, as some people started getting the results the jury wanted. Farah remained silent and was not ordered to do anything further.

"For those of you who have completed the first challenge. Please take an onion, cut it into cubes, and set aside a hundred grams." Loka gave orders.

"Farah, you escaped. And may continue on to the next challenge." Loka turned her gaze to the girl who continued to be silent.

Farah nodded, as did the other participants who had already completed the first challenge.

"Remember! Can't weigh first. Bombay onions will be weighed after being diced and we come to your babch. So you have to use the feeling here, .. the way to play is still the same, if you have finished raising your hands, if you pass on to the next step, then, and if it fails to repeat it again until it can actually produce the right graman." Andrew.

"Ready Chef!!" Farah shouted excitedly.

First he sorted out the Bombay onion with a medium size, weighing it with his hands, and after feeling confident, then Farah peeled the onion, and began to cut it until it formed small dice.

A male participant who had also started the second challenge raised his hand. Make the jury ask all the participants to stop.

"Oh, .. can go home if you can't!" Participants who had not been able to complete the first challenge began to complain.

In fact the onion makes itself also some other participants trouble.

"Okay Nex!!" Alia shouted back.

While the contestants who escaped to the next challenge punched their hands into the air while shouting excitedly.

Loka smiled meaningfully, when she saw that some participants had enough difficulty conquering the onion challenge. At first glance it sounds easy, it just takes dexterity and focus high enough so that, they are able to pass every challenge that the jury gives.

Farah raised her hand.

Make Andrew come over, then bend his gaze to look at the results Farah showed. Immediately Andre placed the small container on the weigh, then directed a sharp look with a ignorant smile to Farah when the scales of the onion of the girl did not fit.

"Focus, Farah. The lack is still very much!" Andrew laughed mockingly.

Farah sighed, with a face that looked flushed red from embarrassment. He thought that Loka was the Juri who liked to behave as well as a candidate, in fact Andrew was so, even more blatantly than Loka who just liked to insinuate.

"Repeat, use your feelings correctly, .. Otherwise, you can be eliminated today!" Andrew flicked his index finger at him.

"If you have completed the garlic and anion challenge. You can continue the next step. Bring five hundred grams of shallots, and slice them thin!" Loka spoke while walking around, paying attention to the participants who looked very serious and earnest.

The onion challenge has begun, and almost all who live it experience pain in the eyes, so it can be several times a shout interspersed with full laughter to the cry.

One by one the contestants begin to complete the challenge. So that the Jury allows to go up and pay attention from above.

Farah's feelings began to mix. In fact, participating in the prestigious event was not as easy as he thought, in addition to ability, mental also at stake there, because it could not be denied, there is a sense of inferiority when seeing people can complete challenges in a short time.

"Oh my goodness!" Farah looked at the timer who was right in front of her. "Come on Farah, focus! You should be able to, ... new time in want to out again? Not funny to know!" He's monologuing.

The restlessness in his heart grew even more so, making the knife hit the left index finger.

"Geez!" Farah removed the knife in her grasp just like that. So that it makes a pretty loud sound.

Prankk!!

Farah grabbed the tissue for two pieces, and wrapped her finger dripping a lot of blood from the knife wound by accident.

All the attention of the jury was directed towards him, who indeed occupied the front bench.

"Medical, .. medical please medical?" The crew who realized immediately shouted.

The woman in quite conspicuous clothes, and different from the people there immediately ran up to Farah, carrying a box where the necessary tools of the medics were inside.

The loka crossed, then stepped foot to approach Farah's bench.

He stared at Farah's pale face, even the painful expression he showed, thus making Loka continue to pay attention just to be sure.

"That's ridiculous!" Loka Mumbles.

Medics stood near Farah for quite a while, trying to stop the blood continuing to come out of the girl's finger before her.

"Aw!"

"Awhile, Ka. The wound was quite deep, and the blood kept coming out!"

The bandages wrapped around Farah's wound look quite thick, which can actually stop the bleeding that Farah is experiencing.

"Thank you, Ka." Farah said to the woman in front of her.

"It's okay. Next time be more careful, ... Do everything more calmly, so that you can control everything, okay Farah?"

"Good."

The medic smiled, then left.

Farah went back to the bench, she put the onion slices into an aluminum bowl, she thought, sometimes increasing the number, and then reduced it little by little.

"The chef!" Fara raised both her hands.

Loka turned her head, then walked closer to Farah's bench quickly. He lifted the aluminum bowl, then placed it on the scales.

"Okay, you can move on to the next challenge."

Farah smiled sumringah, and with full spirit the girl began to open the onion skin one by one.

He looked back, and it was seen that some people were still trying to complete the 2nd challenge. It is not the way of cutting dice that makes them difficult, but their estimation in scales, sometimes more, or less.

And Farah was lucky to be able to finish soon, so she could continue the third challenge, and her hopes of qualifying for the next round were already in sight.

After a while, Farah again raised her hand, asked the Jury to come closer, and see what she had finished. There was a slight feeling of relief, even the woman exhaled several times. Farah felt proud of herself, even though one finger of her hand was injured, but she was able to do the third challenge very well.

Alia looked at Farah first, then she smiled.

"What about the index finger? I heard the wound was deep enough to drain a lot of blood?"

Farah nodded.

"Slightly sore, .. and rather disturbing. But that's not a problem, Chef!"

Alia nodded, while placing the container containing slices of red onion on the scales.

"Okay, congratulations. You can go upstairs and join the rest of your friends." Alia said with a sweet smile.

Making Farah prance, and run towards the stairs.

"There are heavy people saying thank you!" Loka quips.

Farah stopped in the middle of the stairs, looked at Alia, then bowed her body slightly.

"Thank you, Chef." And then Farah continued her steps.

"Well, .. That's good!" Loka smiled wryly as her gaze with Farah met, then sniggered as the man always did.

"Ish, you Chef!!" Farah.