CHEF LOVE

The Journey Home

Then Love prepared for the third recipe, and she took pumpkin as her main ingredient.

This time Love will make a cuisine that is hits as well.

Here is the recipe of Klepon Pumpkin Yellow processed Love.

Material:

- 450 grams of steamed yellow squash, puree

- 250 grams of white glutinous flour

- 1/2 tsp salt

- Enough brown sugar, for stuffing

water (optional)

- Grated coconut, steamed with a little salt and pandan leaves

How to Make:

Mix the glutinous flour and salt, stir well

Enter the mashed pumpkin, then knead it

Add water if needed. Serve until the dough can be formed.

Take a little dough, then lay it down

Fill the dough that has been flaked with brown sugar

Round until shaped like a marble

Repeat until the dough is finished

Boil the water in a pot, boil the dough that has been formed. Wait until it is mature and floats.

Lift the valve and threshing.

Roll the clone on the steamed shredded coconut.

Serve on a plate. Yellow pumpkin valve ready to eat.

After she finished, Cinta began to decorate her dishes and waited until the judges called her.

"And finally the inter-city cooking competition is over!" exclaim the host who told you the race was over.

One by one the participants put their cooking on the judging table, including with Love.

The judges tasted one by one the dishes from the participants.

There is a feeling of gurgling in the chest of Love. There is a sense of fear and anxiety when hearing the jury's decision.

"God may the result be satisfactory, Aamiin ya Robbal alaamiin." do'a heart of Love.

Finally, the judges decided the results of the taste and saw the creations of the participants of the race even though there was little debate experienced by the judges.

And the results of the decision after deliberating together.

The hosts have mentioned champions 3 and 2, and now the long-awaited one.

The Host mentioned the much-anticipated champion. That is the first champion, and they mention the sub-district where Love lives.

"And the winner is ... congratulations to Kembang sub-district!" shout the host.

"A.what? did I win?" love that seems to not believe it.

"Love, congratulations!" said Iwan who approached love and invited Love to take the stage with champions 2 and 3.

"Thank you, I really didn't expect big brother!" say love while stepping foot onto the stage.

After Cinta took the stage, the ceremony of the awarding of trophies and charters took place.

And of course Love gets a trophy, a charter, some money and also a ticket to enter the next level race.

"Congratulations Love or victory today, and may you be successful in the next cooking race" said Iwan, greeting Love who has come down from the stage.

"Thank you brother Iwan, I really hope to get to the national level. Cinta kepingin to Jakarta, Cinta kepingin meet Om Cinta!" say Love while reviewing a smile.

"I pray that you will achieve what you want, as long as it's a good goal" said Iwan who returned a smile of Love.

"Aamiin ya Robbal alaamiin, thank you for your prayers brother!" say Love.

Love then took a comfortable seat, while Iwan stepped foot towards where the committee chairman was.

A few minutes later Iwan stepped up to Love, and they stepped together into the parking lot. Where the Iwan sport motorcycle parked.

Both of them rode on the motorcycle and drove to the highway.

"Sister, we'll stop by the mosque for a second, okay?" pinta Love.

"Ok, we can't leave him" Iwan replied with a smile.

Before long the sport bike was pulled over and stopped right in the parking lot of a mosque on the side of the road.

After berwudlu, they perform Dhuhur prayers alternately. Because in the mosque only the two of them are in it.

"Love, we stop by to eat first" said Iwan when they finished performing the Dhuhur prayer service at the mosque.

"Eat?" tanya Love is wearing her footwear back.

"Yes, I'll buy you, eat meatballs!" exclaiming Iwan who has ridden his motorcycle.

"How is it? emm.. You can!" reply Love which then rises behind Iwan.

"okay! Cuzz..depart to my subscription meatball stall, you'll love it!" exclaim Iwan who turned on his motorcycle.

"If it's meatballs, it's gonna be fun! he.be..!" said Love and they drove back down the highway that leads to the place to be headed by Iwan.

Before long, the motorcycle pulled over and Iwan parked it.

"Well, this is where it is!" exclaimed Iwan while taking off his helmet.

Love goes down and still carries the chalice and the charter in a bag.

The two entered the meatball stall and ordered the following meatballs with their drinks.

Before long they had finished eating meatballs and finished their drinks, while telling a light story of the race.

Then both of them came out of the meatballs and returned to ride the sports motorcycle owned by Iwan.

"Love, if there is a job opening, I can be included in Mirama's restaurant!' said Iwan while giving a helmet to Love.

"She said Mirama's restaurant salary was small? why are you going in there anyway?' tanya Cinta is curious while receiving the helmet from Iwan's hand and wearing it.

"I want to find work near home, because I'm home just the same as my sister" Iwan explained.

"Alright, later if there is information I will notify" said Cinta while riding on the motorcycle.

The motorbike was traveling at speed towards their village.

From a distance, Iwan saw a quarrel in the middle of the road and he stopped.

"Why stop brother?" ask the curious love.

"You look out there! there are people who are fighting!' Iwan answered while pointing in the direction he was referring.

"Don't mind their business! let's just keep going!" exclaim Love and Iwan restart his motorcycle.

When the motorcycle drove slowly because the road was jammed in the afternoon before that afternoon, Love accidentally saw two people who were fighting.

A luxurious car and a matic bicycle were very familiar in both eyes.

"Don't it be them!'' exclaimed in Love's heart which then patted Iwan on the shoulder, and told him to stop.

"Stop brother! Stop..!'" exclaim Love while patting Iwan's shoulder several times.

"What the hell? he said don't mind, it's their business! why are you asking to stop now?" muttered Iwan who was confused by the attitude of Love.

"Sir, I know them!" exclaim Cinta who had gotten off the motorcycle and immediately took off the helmet and gave it to Iwan.

Iwan was curious about what made Love change in such an instant.

Iwan got off his motorcycle and chased after the Love that had preceded him, stepping towards the place where the two people who were fighting with their mouths until the physical.

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