Pregnant Child Protagonist

Pregnant Child Protagonist
CHAPTER 18 – Crushed!


“Should I cook a simple meal first? Oho! Why are you all here? I'm not gonna destroy the kitchen, just calm down. So you can go and do your duty. I only need one chef to help me.” Elina saw that the originally spacious kitchen room now looks cramped and cramped because there are more than ten


the man standing in the kitchen. Maybe it was even fifteen people with him.


Elina just wants to cook, okay! And he didn't want to be watched like a monkey mask that became a show for everyone. She's shy! This was the first time she had entered the kitchen and she was blind with everything in the kitchen. Be it utensils and seasonings as well as other cooking ingredients.


“Uncle Sam, please order those servants to leave. I'm not gonna destroy the kitchen. So please everyone please just calm down.


Just one Asian cook helped me.”


“T-But Miss, this is the Madam's order to accompany you.”


“Iya, but it doesn't have to be this much.” Elina put on her ugly face. Seeing Elina's annoyed face, the butler could do nothing but obey the young lady's orders.


“As you guys heard. You better go back to work and complete your respective tasks,” said the butler who was immediately obeyed by the servants. One by one they left the kitchen.


Now the kitchen looks more spacious and not crowded anymore. But when he looked to the right, he still saw the butler standing still. Didn't he tell her to leave? Why is it still there? “Why is Uncle Sam still here? You also have to go.”


“Good, Miss.”


When the butler left, now there are only two people in this big kitchen, namely one chef of Asian cuisine and Elina.


“Pak what's your name? At least I should know your name.”


“My name is Budi, Miss.”


“Oke, Mr. Budi. What should I cook? How about I learn how to cook a cow's eye egg first? I want to make rice


fry. Isn't that the easiest? Fried rice plus one beef egg. Hehe!” Elina was proud of her idea at the moment. But he didn't know what mess he was going to make.


Can't even cook a cow's eye egg? Well, it's tolerable. They never even entered the kitchen. “Good, Miss.”


“First of all what should I do?” Elina scanned this kitchen which was very clean like there was not a single stain.


“Where are the eggs? I don't see any eggs here.”


The chef has a headache. “Nona, first of all let's use the apron so that the lady's clothes do not get dirty later. And for eggs stored in the refrigerator.”


“Where is the apron? Oho! That's it.” Elina walked over to where the apron was stored. Then he took it and put it on. But he can't! “Pak Budi how to use this apron?” asked Elina innocently. He's got brains, okay! It's just not used to thinking at the moment.


The chef was really amazed at his non-knowledge. It's just apron! Why can't you wear it? But the chef just kept quiet and came to help, “Like this, Miss.”


“First of all take one egg,” said the chef.


“Who takes the egg? It's not me, is it you? You didn't tell me to take the eggs, did you?” ask Elina plain. He is not used to working in the kitchen. He doesn't know anything. Really am! He only knows to rule, not to be ruled! Record it well.


Chef : “...”


The chef finally gave up. He himself finally went to get the egg and handed it to Elina.


“Then what?”


“Then heat teflon with medium flame. Put the oil and wait for a moment and put the egg into teflon,” explained Mr. Budi.


“OK, first heat teflon ..” Profit on the stove already there teflon so Elina does not have to bother asking. “Then how to turn on the stove?”


“Like this, Miss.” The chef practices how to turn on the stove and directly set the flame.


“Then input oil.” Elina poured enough oil to surprise the chef and squealed in a voice high enough to shock Elina.


teflon has been given a little vegetable oil.


“Then input telor?” Elina inserted the round egg directly without breaking it first.


Chef : “...”


Mr. Budi wants to cry. And very sorry to have taken the initiative and run to teach her young lady how to cook. It is the same as teaching a baby to cook. Does the person have no brain? Why


fry the eggs without breaking the shell first.


“Haah ..” Pak Budi took a deep breath. He tried his best to be patient. Mr. Budi hurriedly turned off the stove and took out an egg. “Let me practice first and Miss can see it from the side.”


“Oh ... am I wrong?”


So wrong!


“No, Miss. It was natural because this was the first time Nonablearned cooking. Miss is going to cook fried rice, right? Then I will also directly practice it first.”


“Oke.”


Throughout the cooking chef, Elina stared from the side obediently and occasionally commented.


“Oh! When cooking eggs the shell should be opened first in two.”


Chef : “... “


Soon a plate of fried rice with a beef-eye egg topping was served in front of Elina.


“Wow! Looks easy! I can definitely make it, right Mr Budi?”


Why are you asking me! Batin Budi Pak. He really regretted having this non-lady disciple.


“Well, now live Miss who cooked by herself.”


“But I don't want to cut onions and chili. What if my hand is sliced? Then if my cantilever nails are broken?”


Chef : “...” The chef really can't speak at this time his emotions have reached their peak but unfortunately he can't vent it. He can only be in his heart. Oho! God, why is the nona so spoiled.


“Let's puree the seasoning with blender.”


Elina obedient. When the seasoning has been prepared, now only the cooking execution.


“Nona! The salt is too much!”


“Nona! Watch out gosong!”


“Nona, be careful when stirring it not to splatter!”


Mr. Budi's mouth can't stop. Why cooking alone could make him so worried like this. He has never met anyone who


I really can't cook like nonanya. Why so careless.


“Well! Finish!” elina was proud.


The chef who got a headache seeing the mess of his kitchen couldn't pretend to praise Elina's cooking. He wasn't even sure if the food was worth eating. It was almost charred and did not smell as good as the dishes he cooked. Obviously the nonanya has followed the recipe, why when it became even


looks ruined like this.