My Annoying Chef's
Chapter 17's

The next day, …

There were about seven participants who entered the pressure test, because it was less to maximize the dish that had become a challenge on the previous day. They walked into the gallery casually, clad in black clothes and aprons, waving their hands at the participants who had escaped the previous challenge, who were also present as usual.

Not with Farah.

Today the girl looked very moody and less excited. Even Farah's confidence level decreases, making her always hold her eyes. Especially when he saw Loka's whereabouts there, his heart was already completely hurt by the treatment of the male jury.

Some of his friends tried to encourage, speaking if what Loka did was not purely from his attitude, but an attitude that must always be played. However, Farah still could not accept that.

“Welcome to the pressure test, ... how are you today?”

It was not usual for Loka to welcome their arrival. Even with a faint smile that was seen at both corners of his lips.

“Should be spirit, Chef!” The six percent answered simultaneously.

Farah remained silent without showing any response.

Loka stared at Farah for a few seconds, before she finally returned to speaking. And explain some important things, so that they can qualify and become winners in the pressure test this time.

“Be a winner in every challenge, .. remember! There is nothing pure about being your friend. You are all opponents, and must compete with each other to get the title you certainly want, is not it?” Ali chimed.

“Ready, Chef!”

“Because you guys failed at the challenge yesterday. Then you should go back to making dessert. Learn from previous mistakes, and prove if you are capable.” Alia is back to giving spirit.

Farah did not make the slightest sound, she just continued to quietly listen, while continuing to avoid eye contact with Loka. As he felt the man kept his eyes fixed on him.

“You can get creative again, ... and cooking time, starting from now!” Alia gave instructions.

All the participants nodded, then ran towards the pantry to pick and pick up the ingredients.

“Why that kid!” Loka looked at Farah who looked completely different from usual.

The figure of the girl was jolly and spoke a lot, but this time Farah was more silent.

“You're too hard, Loka!” Andrew said with a laugh.

“What? I don't think so, he's the one who baperan.” The man dodged.

Even Loka did not seem to feel the slightest guilt, for what she did one day ago.

“What you did was clearly wrong. Farah shouldn't have entered the pressure test!” Alia laughed.

Because he still thought Loka was doing that just for the sake of filming. Trying to make the rating of his show go up just by being a little arrogant to one of his participants.

“Trust me, Farah has the ability to stay in a safe position. He will never be knocked out by anyone. So-so is his ability worth considering, .. he has a good ability, good cooking science, just less prominent.” Said Loka with a smile.

“Yes, I think so too. Farah has a very big chance, ..he will give an immeasurable buzz. His ability to cook is unquestionable, he always completes the challenge well, .. Even though he is not obsessed with being a champion in every challenge we give, but so far Farah is very good, so good he entered a pressure test with a bit of jury cheating.” Andrew chimed.

Loka nodded, agreeing with what her partner had just said.

***

All the contestants in the studio were a little stunned. They had no idea what Farah was doing, thus making the attention turn to the girl with an expression of disbelief.

“Farah? You're mistaken!” Luki was a little yelling.

And that could make Farah look over.

The girl just looked at him fixedly, gave a smile, and went back to what he was working on.

“What?” Alia was a little curious.

He even immediately walked over to Farah's bench, as all of his friends waiting above continued to rummage words that were enough to make the place instantly noisy.

“Oh gosh, why are you doing this!” Luki looked frustrated.

Of course, he realized that the girl he admired was already in deep trouble. Even Alia stopped stepping, when she saw what Farah was doing.

A pot that emits a lot of steam, and there's raw Spaghetti in it.

“Farah? You lack focus what how?” Alia immediately asked, then raised one hand, staring at the circular watch on her wrist.

Farah did not answer.

“Jeez Farah, it's only fifteen minutes left, ... but why are you making such a different dish. Even out of theme?” Chirp Alia.

The woman looks a little upset.

“Sorry, Chef!”

“Oh my God! What are you doing?” Andrew reacted.

While Loka was glued to it.

When all contestants who enter the pressure test try their best to get the best assessment possible. But not with Farah. The girl even processed pasta as a dish, not cake or any other desert that is the theme today.

“You make pasta?” Then Loka asked directly.

He even stared at Farah's soft look fixedly, and the tired eyes could clearly see the man, causing guilt because he might have done something outrageous.

“I can't cook dessert, Chef. But I will give you the best dishes.” Farah said with a trembling voice.

The jurors looked at each other, then they left, and entered a room to discuss.

Time after time passed, and the bell rang out loud, and everyone there clapped, as the jury asked the contestants to raise their hands when cooking time was up.

“Farah? You can go ahead first.” Call Andrew.

Farah nodded, then she carried a plate of pasta that she served in such a way on the plate. With shrimp being a complement, which makes its appearance so beautiful and very appetizing.

“I swear I don't understand Farah. Should make dessert.”

“It looks like he sabotaged himself deh!”

“Could be, because he got sprayed continuously. Maybe get mental!”

And many more quiet whispers, which Farah can hear from the top, where the safe contestant is silent only to witness the chaos in the pressure test room.

Farah placed a plate of pasta on the table that was already available, then she took a few steps back.

Loka was heard sighing, then she advanced first.

“Spaghetti aglio olio, hum?”

Farah nodded.

“Iya, Chef.”

Loka tried without saying much, as she was currently at a loss as to what to say. Though it was clear there was a lot of criticism if he wanted to. After that Alia advanced, tasting as usual.

“Al dente's. Very good maturity level, seasoning okay, the spicy taste is right, not to mention you give the shrimp there that makes it taste complete, I like. But baby, you are completely out of the original concept!” Loka commented.

Farah nodded. And the girl just kept quiet as one other jury started eating the dishes she made the best she could.

“This is good, maybe if the challenge about pasta you will win.” Andrew said as he continued to chew.

Farah nodded again.

“Actually what's on your mind? It's impossible if you just don't master about deserts, you're up to doing something like this. Ye know? No matter how delicious your cooking is, but unfortunately you are out of friends, ... somehow you will lose!”

“I know, Chef!” Farah replied after a long silence.

“Then why are you doing this? At least do whatever will keep you safe. Successful or not that's how it will be, but do what you should finish.” Alia looked disappointed.

“Are you sabotaging yourself, Farah?” Andrew looked at the girl before him fixedly.

Farah silenced.

“Say, what makes you like this? Because right now you are really making yourself on the edge of the horn.”

Farah looked down, then raised her gaze again, looking at the three Judges in turn.

“Sorry Chef, but it looks like I want to end my trip here. Thank you for your knowledge, and I'm sorry I couldn't be the contestant you'd expect, especially Chef Loka. Again I'm sorry.”

Farah opened the black apron bearing her name, she advanced, then handed the thing to Andrew, before she finally ran towards the exit, and her body disappeared shortly after the glass door was closed.

Everyone looked surprised.

“What is this?” Alia's confused. “What is this in the scenario?” The woman wondered.

Everyone seems confused.

The atmosphere of the gallery became very boisterous, they wondered with the attitude that Farah was doing. Who gave up his apron before the decision happened, then came out without cue.

And one of the most surprised was Loka. He just kept silent while staring at the exit. It felt like he wanted to pursue Farah, only that he had to try to stay professional.

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Hayoloh Chef Loka, make rich kids crave!!