Provision Fate

Seconds of Cooking Competition

After the final voice call for Somsi. With a feeling of fear and a pale face he entered the field and stopped at the place where he was going to cook.

Oh my God, my heart is racing, my hands are shaking, my body is limp. How would I follow him if I just couldn't stand. Please give me strength, God.

Everyone applauded as Somsi walked into the field. Many people know Somsi. Maybe because he has been trading a lot.

The spirit...............!

Everyone who knew Somsi supported him.

The number 19 participant was envious of Somsi. When he entered the field earlier, only a few gave him support.

Style is pretentious. Hu.. not necessarily he can fight against my amazing cooking talent.

His lips he poked and stared intently at Somsi. There was a feeling of dislike that arose in his heart when he looked inadvertently with Somsi.

When Somsi realized there was someone who had been staring intently at him, it made him more excited. That fear turned into a sense of struggle that he had to show either to the woman who stared cynically or to the citizens who had supported him.

Only one person who does not like him will not make his heart stop to be even harder in trying without fear. Maybe for the woman, she didn't deserve to win. But a Somsi if he has meant anything that is considered impossible he will be able to go through. Not acting as arrogant, but that was the characteristic he had seen all along.

All the challenges he faced without fear. Somsi was ready when the spokesman started to open his mouth. The first stage he did was to stare fiercely at the mouth of the spokesman. He did not want a single word lost after the words came out of the mouth of the spokesman.

"All in a still position, hands firmly, and puffing the chest. The look was on my mouth. If I say start, all act quickly. Do all participants understand?"

"Understand sir...." All participants answered. With special attention just to prepare, then they no longer look to the right and to the left. Their only concern was the mouth of the spokesman, as they had heard and carried out.

"OK I will say word for word until at the end" The spokesman always spoke at length. They get tired of hearing him talk. Some were sleepy and some were looking left and right. It really makes them lose their purpose. The goal where they had to focus on paying attention to the mouth of the speaker and it turns out because of boredom can make them lose consciousness themselves.

It is different with Somsi. His ears kept hearing the words of the spokesman. Not once did he feel off guard. The point of struggle is still long. So, it's not worth it like the others.

"The race."

Somsi swiftly played his hand to start all the work huh. Everything he did was not as rash as the others.

The other because he felt rushed afraid of being left behind quickly doing something until it fell here and there. From earlier they were cool bengong when the spokesman had said the race began.

Yeah, it's surprising too, right? The person who was not focused just suddenly heard the race was about to start. Logic alone must be all their hearts pounding and hands shaking so that whatever they are holding nothing is right.

How could he play that hand so agilely?

While I shook my hand, holding this it always fell. I don't want him to win.

An eyeball with a black bead stared cynically at Somsi. He really doesn't like when Somsi will win. Even if Somsi will win, he will use all means to oppose him. No one is better at cooking than him.

"Hu..." he said. Participants with sequence number 19 always pay attention to Somsi. His heart always hopes that Somsi will make a fatal mistake, so he will win.

Somsi realized that someone had been watching him. He's a little sultry if there's still people watching him. Not because of pride, but that's the truth. He will lose concentration only because of this person.

Oi! how do your eyes keep on me? You don't have a worker? Those eyes will keep watching me. Poor your eyes.

Suddenly Somsi pranks the woman. He pointed behind the woman. So the woman looked back and dropped whatever was around her. Fortunately, the stove did not explode. Otherwise, he would explode with the stove.

"www." The woman grimaced in pain as the knife scratched her hand. Fresh blood gushed out. Wound within. So it takes a cloth or tissue that will wipe the blood that came out earlier.

P3k officers came to take the woman. He's very angry. He hated Somsi.

When the p3k tried to take him, he always rebelled.

"Take me off!" said loud. He's never stopped rebelling, "Don't touch me!

Your dirty hands don't deserve to touch me."

Harsh words always come out of his mouth. Until he takes revenge on Somsi. And will remember everything Somsi has done to him.

Just because of trivial things all became a cursed grudge for him.

"Sorry, we have to take you" said the p3k officer.

Before they took the woman away. The woman managed to escape and turned back to stare at Somsi. The gaze was like hinting there would be something going on for Somsi later on.

Watch you!

Eventually the woman was taken away. Others are busy with their own activities.

In 5 minutes the race will be stopped. Someone with the number 18 is still hastily begging Somsi to be given chicken broth as his last concoction.

Pissshh

He used his mouth to call Somsi. Luckily Somsi could hear and notice the person who had called him that.

With body language, the woman moved her hand and pointed at something on the ingredients of Somsi's cooking.

Somsi swiftly took what the woman wanted. Then handed it over quickly and unknown to the spokesperson or jury who was sitting judging while writing.

Because time is up. The spokesman told all participants to stop.

Pitttttttttttt

A sound from the mouth of the spokesman sounded. It all stopped and nothing else moved.

"All stop!" said strong. Even though he uses a microffon, he still has to make his voice louder.

Be connected.........................

Tbc

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