Stay with me, Ken!
Lunch
After finding a grill pot to burn Fish, Ken opened a tutorial on using that pot on YouTube so that nothing goes wrong again.
Now the seasoned fish he roasted just by adding a mixture of soy sauce, the feeling of lime, pepper powder, and a little salt as the polish. All he learned from the internet because he had never cooked this complicated.
"Buy grilled fish one can make two meals," Ken thought to himself. Why bother cooking yourself. His brain immediately works when it comes to food and energy.
"You eat well but bother, mending food that there can relax," he said again.
"But if it's this big how much it costs, huh?"
"Why not cut in two, that is. Just being split like this,"
Ken continued to observe the fish that was almost as big as his shoulder was lying across the grill. Behind the fish so that the eyes are evenly distributed.
"Maybe that freak wants it like this?" thought again.
After looking brown and a little charred, the fish still he left on the grill to keep warm, now he finished the mushroom soup because the water had already boiled.
Soy sauce and shrimp crackers are ready first on the table. Likewise, the rice that he had placed in a ceramic container was also still seen boiling.
"The sauce was fitting, as it were," after Ken corrected the taste of the dish.
"Put in a bowl, taro on the dining table," Ken orders himself.
"Fill it too, put it on a large oval plate" he continued.
"The weather doesn't exist yet?"
Ken opened the refrigerator, sorted through the neatly arranged pile of boxes, looking for the presence of default. He only found cucumbers and watercress.
Ken took only one cucumber, one tomato, and two clumps of lettuce leaves.
After chopping it into pieces, Ken arranged it into a plate that already contained grilled fish. All the dishes are arranged on the dining table. Do not forget the plate and one glass of warm water are also prepared.
"It's like eating at home" his smile was satisfied.
This time he didn't make any notes like that, Ken just left a blank piece of paper and a pen on the table. I hope his boss understands his point.
"And he's older than me. Time doesn't understand what this thing means here" Ken spoke to himself again.
"Ha.ha...ha.
Ken stood for a moment beside the dining table, he observed the results of his work while remembering the goods when there was forgotten. After he was sure nothing was left behind, Ken covered the food with a serving hood and returned to the room.
"Pas, it's time for the big boss to have lunch" he said, still standing by the door.
As usual, he wanted to know if his boss had gone down or not.
"Since here, my extra job has been a hustler. He..he......,"
Ken's heart was pounding as well waiting for the person to descend from the upper room. He wanted to know how it worked this time. May his efforts this time bear fruit. So the sweat that was still flowing on his forehead soon paid off if his efforts this time were not wrong again.
His guess did not miss, the man went down and headed straight for the dining table. He opened the hood and briefly saw the dishes that had been served on the table. Smelled it for a moment. Grilled fish and tasted it
The man was silent for a moment. Shortly after, he took some drinking water and gulped it down half a part calmly. Unexpected by Ken, he got up from his seat and left the dining room. Not to his room but he stepped towards the front door.
"What's this?"
"Is the cooking not good?"
"Where he went" those questions filled Ken's head.
"Yes, God. Wrong again. I tried to cook as much as possible. Quotaku abis just to open a tutorial grilling fish. It turns out the cuisine is not in the meal," Ken so meweek at that time.
Long enough he waited, goods times who had a house changed his mind and returned again to the dining table. One minute...two minutes...three minutes.
His clenched hands, he pointed to the wall of the room with all his might.
"Oh," she screeched again for enduring the pain.
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POV Al
From his room he had already smelled the scent of such a fragrant fish. His empty stomach was getting noisy for food. As soon as Ms. Ros's son finished cooking, Al went straight down. Hurry to the dining table.
Sure enough, at the table has been served a luncheon that all rose. The smell is so appetizing. Al caught the hot fish with the tip of his hand.
"Enak" he whispered happily.
He saw only pieces of tomatoes, cucumbers, and lettuce leaves on the plate. Though if you eat grilled fish he likes it best with basil.
"He doesn't understand my taste" he thought.
After drenching his mouth with half a glass of water, Al hurried to leave the dining table. He wanted to pick the basil planted by Mr. Parman next to the fish pond.
"While waiting for the cooking is a bit cold. Can boil my tongue if everything is still boiling like this," he said again.
"Search for what, Den?" ask Mr. Parman who is changing the pool water.
"You take basil to eat grilled fish,"
"Oh, surely Ken does not know that there is a default here," said Mr. Parman.
"Ken?" Al scrunched his forehead.
"That, Miss Ros's son. His name is Keny who it is, but he's called Ken,"
"Oh," Al responded by muttering.
"This one over here Den is young, it's already on flowering. Too old to be reckless" Mr. Parman pointed to the unflowered basil plant.
Al plucked a handful of young basil and washed it clean with hose water in Mr. Parman's hand.
"Quite, sir," said Al after a long time Mr. Parman directed the water towards Al.
"I ate first, sir. I'm a laper," said Al while standing and leaving the place.
"Yes, Den. You whistled the pool first. Responsibility," said Mr. Parman who was either heard or not by his employer because their distance was so far away.
In spirit, Al returned to the dining table with a handful of freshly picked basil leaves in the garden
He was impatient to enjoy a warm grilled fish with basil.
" Ssettt.
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