My Annoying Chef's
Chapter 06's

Dozens of participants have entered by bringing their mainstay cuisine to be served to the jury. And now there are only a few people left, one of whom is Farah, a beautiful girl figure who walks back and forth because she feels very nervous.

"You're making us restless too!" The other participants spoke, with a hint of laughter heard.

Farah paused for a while, then smiled and bowed her body, making her hands rest on her knees which this time felt so limp.

"Hhhhheuh!" The girl re-enforced her body, closed her eyes, and adjusted her breathing several times until she actually felt a little calmer.

"You can do it, Ma'am. Anyway how the result will be, escaped or not, as if not already the best effort to give." Female participants who looked their age again cheered.

The girl in question nodded.

"I'm not ready for the same jury comment. Afraid to mentally put me down. You see, I'm just ready to cook, not ready to listen to them babble, especially Chef Loka, ..duh shadowinya already serem first." Farah.

Which instantly made the other participants laugh loudly.

"To be brave, don't look weak!" Other contestants cheered.

"All right." Farah smiled.

"Okay, Nex!" Someone was heard shouting, then opened the waiting room door wide.

"Participant number, One blank, five blank!" The female crew stared at Farah and the other colleagues in turn.

"Oh, I'm Ka." Farah raised her right hand. Then it shows a pin, where the participant number is listed.

The woman in the all-black uniform with the earphones and a small mic in front of her mouth nodded, then moved her hands, asking Farah to come closer immediately.

"Are you ready?"

"Just a little nervous, Ka!" Farah answered the Crew.

"That's normal. What matters is that what you want to show the jury is ready."

Farah nodded.

"If it had been."

"Okay, then let's go inside." He said, saying his hands to the outside of the room.

Farha nodded again, she grabbed the trolley where the prepared cooking ingredients were there, pushed her through the glass door with an erratic feeling. The crew stopped right at the doorway, where one corner was not highlighted by the camera at all, letting Farah push in the trolley alone towards the bench that was already available.

And there are the three jurors, sitting and looking at a girl who had just entered brought a trolley with all kinds of ingredients for her to make as a dish that might shake the tongue of the judges.

"Hello?" The loka immediately greeted.

However, the look on his face looked flat as usual, with a cold expression, as well as both hands that continued to fold above the chest.

"Hello Chef, good afternoon?" Farah greeted with the sweetest smile she showed the three judges before her.

"Include yourself. Who and where, and what to cook?" Said Andrew.

"Hello Chefs. I am Farah Arsena from Jakarta, I am twenty-five years old." He introduced himself.

Alia nodded her head.

"What do you want to cook?" The female jury asked with a sparkling facial expression as a faint smile graced the lips.

"Eeeee, .. same savory rice steamed chicken ginger, Chef." Farah.

"Why do you want to bring this dish, to be presented before us?"

Andrew asked again, while Alia only watched with a smile and Loka was just him with a sharp eye as usual. Either be intimidating, or try to understand the concept of food that Farah will serve.

"How savory rice is it?" Loka asked.

"In the cook with coconut milk, Chef. Same given a little seasoning." Obviously Farah, she kept smiling, trying to make things feel better, even though she was nervous instead of playing.

Loka rolled her eyes, then cut her lips, like she was laughing at Farah.

"Sit up! Why did you have to change her name!?" Chirpe Loka.

Farah just kept silent while continuing to smile to cover up her nervousness.

"Sit on the love of fried onion Chef, this is not." Farah finally had the courage to answer.

"Ck!!" Mendelik.

"Well, the time you set it up is only five minutes, .. starting from now!" Alia.

The woman tries to stop Loka who begins to explore her role as a jury who always looks ketus. However, it seems that Loka is too deep until some contestants always feel panicked if Loka has spoken a lot of things.

Farah began to bring two small steamed fruits, put on the stove, then turn it on.Tak forgot to put rice to warm, also chicken meat that has been cooked Farah with a pretty much ginger condiment.

"Where do you work?" Alia asked.

"Eeee, .. No Chef work!" Farah replied without stopping her activities at all.

"Then, what kind of busyness do you have?" The jury asked again.

"There is no Chef."

And that answer made Loka laugh out loud. But he sounded a little mocking.

"Burdens old man dong!" Her chirps.

Farah glanced at a glance, then she tried to smile despite being slightly offended.

"Actually not a burden either, Chef." The girl denied.

"Yes, what's her name? You're not working? How do you live your life everyday?"

"Yes in Mother's love with Daddy, Chef!"

"Well, what if it's not the burden of the parents? It's been twenty-five years, but it doesn't work and it still relies on parents' money?" Loka laughed, twisting her eyes.

"Yes anyway as long as you can still take advantage of the wealth of parents, why must weary of work, Chef? Be the son of a rich man who is good and right, by squandering his money. They're tired of working if I don't, they're sad!" Answer Farah again.

Making Alia and Andrew laugh loudly, to make Loka grieve, and underestimate what Farah said.

"That's arrogant!" Joking loka. "Then what is your goal to follow the cooking event like now?" The look on Loka's face suddenly became more serious.

"Find the Chef experience."

"But it seems you're in the wrong place. Galleries are not where people look for experiences!"

The girl did not answer immediately, she leaned over to reach for the plate, and began to turn off the two stoves that were warming the chicken as well as the rice inside the steaming device there, about to open her mouth, and then she started to turn off the two stoves that were warming the chicken and the rice inside the steaming device, but Loka cut first.

"Jawab just keep going. I marked you! Just this time I met an impolite girl like you!" Say it with a ketus.

Hearing that Farah became silent. He pressed his ego to survive, because the most important thing at the moment is that he passed the next selection.

"Try to explain what conditions are in the steamed chicken?" Ask Alia.

"For the chicken I chose Chef's wings to be more umami. Then I marinated using oyster sauce, pepper, salt, same sesame oil. After that let stand for thirty minutes, and steamed until cooked with a lot of ginger slices." Obviously Farah.

Alia responded to Farah's words with a nod of her head.

"Well, you have fifteen more seconds left!" Loka Strictly.

Andrew seemed to be holding a smile.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, .. raise your hand!" Firm Alia.

And Farah raised both of her hands after being able to finish what she was going to serve well.

One large plate, here the savory rice in the form of conical, there are also several piles of chicken wings, where on it is decorated with ginger as well as chives. Not to forget the tomato slices, and a very small bowl, containing green chili, makes it look so beautiful.

As always. The judges will advance one by one, judging the appearance of also tasting the dishes that the contestants offer.

And Loka became the last person to taste. He stood face to face with Farah, looked at the girl sharply, then tasted the dishes she gave him.

"In addition to my cooking skills, I also assessed the manners of each participant. So if you want to get away, don't ever singong with me!" His voice sounded so low, with a flat facial expression and looked cold.

Farah did not answer.

After that Loka returned, sat down at the original spot, and directed a glance towards the girl standing behind the bench.

"It feels good. The rice is pollen, the chicken is soft, with ginger that feels very concentrated. As the name implies, steamed chicken ginger! The addition of tomato and sambal slices also makes it look ciamik. Rice is white, chicken is also white, but you are smart to make your dishes not pale like corpses. There's green and red in there, and I love it. I love you yes!!" Alie smiled broadly.

"Thank you, Chef."

Farah clenched her palms together, then slightly bowed her body.

"Say Chef, Alia. You are smart enough to combine every ingredient, .. This is just chicken rice that you give slices of tomato and sambal. But it would be nice, you add slices of lettuce leaves as well. But so far good, taste and look okay, so I'm also yes." Andrew exclaims.

Farah's hopes are getting higher.

"Thank you very much, Chef Andrew!"

The silent look, staring fixedly at Farah, with a look of dislike, made the girl silenced a thousand languages with a sense of carelessness that began to fill herself.

"What are you waiting for? My voice is no longer needed, so give me the apron!" Loka looked at Andrew. "I said no, no use!" Say Loka again.

The man in question nodded, he brought one white apron, then gave it to Farah, with lips that kept smiling.

"Congratulations, you can fight in the next cooking competition. Remember that! Always give your best, be a champion in every challenge, okay?" Andrew grabbed Farah's hand to shake.

The girl in front of him smiled.

"Thank you again, Chef." Farah.

Then he shook Alia's hand.

"Remember, always give your best okay? In the gallery there I want to taste the most special dishes, not just rice and chicken, okay?"

"Yes Chef."

Loka stared at every interaction of the girl who had a cute posture beside her with a flat face as usual. He then took his hand without saying a word.

"Thank you, Chef. Sorry if it was too late today!" Said Farah.

Loka smudged her lips, then then smiled obliquely.

"Hmm." Loka responded to Farah by muttering and a lazy expression.

Farah let go of her hand on Loka's hand, turned around, and walked towards the exit, having first shown her apron on the camera with a happy face.

"This is for Mom and Dad. I love you so much!" He waved at the camera.

And actually came out afterwards, making the three jurors look at each other.

"Tameless!!" Loka Mumbles.

Andrew and Alia laughed loudly.

"Don't keep doing that, or you'll have as many haters as you did a few years ago." Alia.

"Ciwi-ciwi is afraid that if it is so fierce, so singles continue until now." Chirps Andrew.

"Oh shut up!!" Furious Loka.

He doesn't feel like it. However, it does not make both friends feel afraid, but rather tightens the sound of laughter because they feel anxious with Loka's sometimes silly behavior, for example, this afternoon. Loka continued to feel annoyed just because the contestant had enough courage to answer each of her words.