My Annoying Chef's
Chapter 09's

One large suitcase Farah dragged out of her room.

The girl now looks ready. Neat clothes, with a sparkling look shows that he is very happy because the cooking contest he participated in will really begin.

In fact, following the cooking contest that Farah had always wanted, was not as scary as the two thought. He only needs to follow the directions as desired by the jury, after which he is safe.

"I'm leaving, yeah!" Farah said goodbye to her best friend, who lived together for almost 2 years.

Devi gave a smile, nodded, then handed him a small bag, containing some medicine and skincare needs Farah.

"Medicine with your skincare inside. If it hurts don't be spoiled, .. There's no me you can andelin, huh!?" Devi.

She was a few years younger than Farah. His attitude clearly makes Devi look like the older sister of Farah.

Farah smiled happily, she took one step forward, then hugged the friend she already considered to be her own sibling very tightly.

"Aaaaaa kamuuu!" Farah's voice sounded shrill like a child.

Devi exhaled loudly, while twisting both eyeballs. Farah's attitude is sometimes like a child, until Devi feels lazy alone with the behavior that her best friend always shows.

"Farah, stop!" He said while pushing Farah's face, as the girl pursed her lips to kiss him.

However, Farah still did not hear, she continued to bring the pursed lips closer to Devi's face, thus making her continue to avoid, until falling backward.

Brugh!!

"Jeez Farah!" Devi's voice was shrieking loudly.

The cup!!

Farah freely kissed Devi's cheek which was currently under her body, smiled triumphantly and then got up.

"Ah my back!" He said, rising up, with grimacing lips. "Where to go, your behavior is getting ridiculous! Just be careful if the readers to think we are lesbians well! I already know they are sensitive, .. keep the behavior in front of them, must be too cool anyway!" He gave a warning.

Devi rises.

Farah nodded, she grabbed the handle of her large suitcase, then pulled it slowly towards the tightly closed door of the house.

"Take care of the house! Don't mess up, don't wander around, just get out of work and come back here, okay?" Farah waved her hand.

The door handle immediately reached him, pressing the object slowly, then opened it.

"I feel like I've been told by my brother again. Vibes brought it up, Far!" Eyes glare.

"You're rich my brother! I'm still too nervous to be called Big Brother."

"Diddeliver!" Devi raised one corner of her lips, then glanced at the eyes.

Farah smiled widely, then closed the door of her house after waving her hand first. However, with Devi catching up, she stood in the doorway, staring at Farah who had put her luggage in the trunk of the car.

"Bye, take care of yourself. Don't squander, don't overthink it! Just take good care of yourself." Farah.

"Yes yes, .. Oh my goodness!" Devi shook her head.

"I'm leaving ya bestot, bye!" The girl waved her hand at the friend.

And after that Farah actually got into her car.

The sound of the car engine was heard, then the vehicle was slowly retreating from the small garage of the minimalist style house, then moving away after entering the main street of the housing complex.

"Whoi!! Be careful you bring the car. Don't get rich in impromptu racers!" Devi yelling.

***

After a long journey that takes time. Finally arrived at one of the places that Farah longed for since long ago.

A very large building. Where in there is a studio dedicated to cooking, as well as a dormitory for contestants who follow the popular event.

The clamps!!

"One room is filled with three to four people. And things will be more different if the participants go home one by one." A crew explained.

Farah who was in the ranks of the few people before her only nodded.

"As much as you want to sleep anywhere. It's just! For men not here, okay?"

"Well, contestant boy, come with me!"

Hearing that the men began to separate, they went to follow where the guidance crew took them.

Everyone looked excitedly looking for the bed they were going to occupy. However, not with Farah, the girl looked very relaxed, even she was walking gontai with some other contestants.

"Eh, I think everyone has got their place. This room's still empty, maybe we're rations." A woman of thick stature spoke.

Making Farah immediately go forward, looking inside where the room was still empty, then looking at the three people who were still with her.

"It's clear. The organizers seem to have their own count. And we get the most corner room, .. the remnants of the other contestants." Farah chuckles.

"Wait for what else? Come on in, this is our part!" One of them broke in first.

"Gue in the middle, ah!"

"Gue in the corner!"

"Where are you going?" One of those who had not chosen a bed asked Farah.

The person in question turned his head, then shook his head.

"I am free. Want at the end, want in the middle, want above or below too hau aja!" Reply Farah.

"What are you on the window deck? Am I next to you?" Said again.

Farah sniffed both of his shoulders.

"I'm coming along."

"Yaudah, you're on the window deck. I'm right next to you, okay?"

Farah nodded slowly. Then without the cue the girl who looked older than him pulled Farah's hand quite tight. Makes Farah laugh out loud, because it's nothing they've been like old friends, and that's enough to make Farah happy.

***

Next day.

All the contestants were asked to gather in the cooking studio. Where the place is ready with several elongated tables, with all the necessary equipment of course also there. The cameras were ready, with crews and cameramen also filling the place.

"Three, two, one, .. and action!"

A crew yelled, and the camera immediately panned towards the judges.

"Hello, come back again in the cooking gallery, ..welcome you were selected as contestants in season five. Out of the thousands of people who signed up, you're the lucky ones who got elected. However, of course this is not the end of all your struggles, but rather your struggle will begin soon. After this you have to cook to the maximum, ...not only about taste, but the ability to manage time and strategy."

As usual, Loka spoke with her voice that looked very serious. There had never been a warm smile like the two of his comrades who also stood there to start such a prestigious event.

The whole participant nodded.

"You understand?"

"Understand, Chef!!" The voices of the entire contestant echoed.

"Okay, prepare yourself. Because after this there will be a challenge, .. where you will risk your afron." Alia took a few steps forward, staring at everyone gathered there.

Alia looked smiling, and so did Andrew. However, not with Loka, he always showed his sour face to anyone, but of course did not reduce the charisma of the man himself.

"Okay, please stand on each bench." Andrew directs.

All the participants immediately ran around, looking for the table they would occupy.

"There are several types of onions. Among them shallots, garlic or garlic if you do not know, .. and also onions." Obviously Andrew.

"Listen and remember! You can only do it according to our orders. If we say start, then start, if we say stop, then stop. And anyone who can complete the challenge with a faster time, then we will declare you escaped, .. but of course after passing the assessment from us as well." Loka.

"You understand?" Ask Alia.

"Well, Chef!!"

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