CHEF LOVE
Registering a 17s cooking competition
After reading it Love started cooking.
Come back Love fiddled with his cell phone and all looking for information cooking competitions.
"Is there a cooking competition between restaurants? hm, the time and date are at 9 am on August 20 and are housed in the city hall building. A competition aimed at knowing quality and quality restaurants. Maybe too!" muttered Love while reading an announcement on social media.
" Eh there is a cooking competition seven dozen August in each village in almost the entire city of Surabaya. Well, I can try!" the word passionate love.
"In village A on the first Sunday, village B on the second Sunday and so on. It's every day d Minggi lombanya" said in the heart of Love.
"Just do it to sharpen yourself, it never hurts to come!" murmured in the heart of Love.
Before long, there were more restaurant employees who came and offered customer orders.
Love soon made it in a very fast time.
When finished, Love made a Garnish on the food.
And finally the time has come to go home because the clock has shown the clock to come home with love and everything else.
"Love, how did you feel on the first day of work?" tanaka asked when Love came out of the kitchen because she was done cleaning her kitchen.
"Yes good for the first time." Say Love while commenting on her smile and stepping her feet towards the exit of the restaurant.
Tanaka is still following her.
"Oiya kak Tanaka, sis how about I take part in this regional level race! Yes if you win can bring the name of the restaurant, if you lose, you count just sharpening your skills Love!" love and understanding by Tanaka.
"I totally agree, if you really want to come, I can register right now!" tanaka.
"Seriously brother? how daring!" exciting Love the spirit.
"Alright, now go home and rest.
"Thank you brother!" said Cinta who then stepped foot left the Mirama restaurant to go to the house of Asih's grandmother.
Along the way Love saw in every alley of the village, already seen flags and also pennants.
"It doesn't feel like it's August. Take a look at the bulletin board, there might be a cooking competition!" murmured in the heart of Love.
And Cinta stepped foot to the notice board and in her view there is a list of cooking competitions.
"Hey, it's tonight! is there still a chance to come?" ask in the heart of Love who then stepped foot to the citizens who are outside the house to ask where to register it.
"Ma'af Ma'am, where's the house of the competition committee? I want to go to the cooking competition, can I still go?" ask Love to a mother who happens to be out of the house.
"Oh there can still be a chance to come, just register in the green house is yes!" answered the mother, pointing to the green house.
"Oh, thank you" said Cinta, nodding her head politely.
Love immediately set foot into the green house by accelerating its pace.
"Assalamu'alaikum." said the greeting of Love when he arrived at the porch of the house, and before long got an answer from inside the house.
"Wa'alaikumsalam.." a young man's voice came out of the house after opening the door.
"Well, how can I help you?" ask the young man kindly.
"Ma'af sis, what is the purpose of the Agustusan race committee?" ask Love when faced with the young man.
"Yes I'm the race committee, does Ning want to take the race?" ask the young man enthusiastically.
"Yes, but I'm a newcomer, just here I live with Asih's grandmother" replied Love honestly
"Oh, did you live with Grandma Asih? okay, but what race would you like to take?" asked the young man curiously.
"Cooking competition, is there still a chance?" ask the curious love.
"Oh, yes! there is still a chance, the registration is staying today." replied the young man kindly.
"The menu of fried rice for five people, the stove and gas canister has been provided by the committee. Others please for participants who provide it themselves" said the young man.
"Oh okay, what time is it?" ask Love.
"Eight hours a night, ma'af with whom?" asked the young man who picked up his agenda book.
"I Love you!" reply Love while looking at the young man who is writing the name of love in his agenda book.
Then the young man gave a card with a number.
"This is your sequence number, if there's anything look for the name Iwan that's my name" explained the young man who is no other name Iwan.
"Oiya, thank you! Means Isya'dha' huh?" ask Love for more details.
"Yes right, if you can before eight is ready everything" said Iwan, nodding cordially.
"Well, I go home first to prepare everything" said Love.
"Yes please!" reply Iwan while reviewing his smile.
"Assalamu'alaikum..!" say hello to Love.
"Italian...!" reply Iwan who dressed up Love left him until the girl disappeared from his sight.
While Cinta stepped her feet towards the house of Asih's grandmother.
Before long Cinta had arrived at the house of Asih and Cinta grandmother found Asih's grandmother sitting on the terrace accompanied by a cup of tea and snacks.
"Assalamu'alaikum granny!" say hello to Cinta when entering the terrace and approaching Grandma Asih.
"Wa'alaikumsalam..! How do you work Cin?" answer the salama and ask Grandma Asih while putting her tea cup on the table.
"Alhamdulillah smoothly Grandma!" answer Love on the other side of the table that is near Grandma Asih.
"Grandmother, Love was the list of cooking competitions for seven dozen. The theme of fried rice, Love wants to hone the ability of Love Nek!" say Love with spirit.
"Grandma supports you Cin, when does the race start?" ask the curious grandmother Asih.
"Later next night, Love will prepare everything needed for the race" said Love .
"Yes, just take the vegetables and seasonings according to your needs" said Asih's grandmother who then rose up with a cup of tea, while love brought the snacks and they entered the house.
Love prepares materials and equipment that will be used later during the race later.
Granny Asih also helped prepare everything, especially the ingredients and the seasoning.
"If the problem of winning and losing is a common thing, the important experience you get" Asih's grandmother's advice.
"Yes Grandma, the purpose of love is like that. Before Love entered the race even bigger." said Love.
"Grandmother pray that what you aspire to be achieved" said Granny Asih.
"Aamiin ya Robbal alaamiin." replied Love and the two smiled at each other.
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