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211. Worm Team

"Mampus you, Riz! It's delicious!" reply Reymond while laughing wickedly. Now they're fair, both hit by knives.

Rizky immediately turned to Nella, saw his wife was so serious and did not seem to know if she was hit by a knife.

"Big brother why?" risma asked as she touched Rizky's bloodied hand.

"Nellina! I'm bleeding!" Rizky shouted loudly to tell his wife. Nella turned her head with perfectly rounded eyes. She left her job frying fish, ran to Rizky and was shocked to see her husband's hand.

The wound was actually small, only Rizky deliberately squeezed it out to get a lot of blood and get anxiety from his wife.

"Geez, it's bleeding!" Nella was about to wave her hand in front of the host to tell, but the host had already come first because it was told by Risma. His right hand holds a p3k box.

"Please continue cooking, let me help you deal with Mr. Rizky's wounds" the host said as he opened the box.

Nella nodded, just as she was about to step up, but her arm was blocked by her husband.

"Kiss first, it does not pity what Masmu wounds like this," Pinta Rizky gently. It was only the first time Nella saw Rizky's face looked so spoiled, and it succeeded in making Reymond want to scorn her.

"But Rizky is very happy. With a knife, just ask for a kiss, let alone a stab?" sneer Reymond while laughing.

"Religion to you, Rey. I love dong." Rizky rolled her eyes lazily, then pulled Nella's waist closer to her. "Hurry kiss, just shut up?"

It is actually a shame to see so many people. But because she wanted to rush back to her pantry, Nella immediately kissed Rizky's right cheek.

Cup~

"Next time Mas be careful," he said slowly, then after that he walked away.

"Yes, honey." Rizky smiled and waved her hand.

After handling Rizky's finger, the host went to sit back in his chair. Not long ago there was a shriek coming from Risma.

"Aw! Beware!" Risma is okay. It's just that he's hysterical because the oil on the frying pan is spurting on the back of his hand, when he just put the fish on the frying pan. "Sister, I'm scared! Brother who fried fish!" Risma gives a spatula to Rizky, but the handsome man gives it to her again.

"No way!" Rizky shook his head quickly, he had seen the splash of oil and for him it was very horror. "So, I got a knife, I don't want to get oil."

"I don't want to either, it feels painful." Risma touched the back of her hand while grimacing in fear. His body even inched backwards in fear of being exposed to oil.

"She can cook, how are you, anyway?" Rizky snorted in annoyance, immediately he turned off the stove before the fish was charred.

"I can, but not too good."

"When you're 15 minutes away, yeah!" exclaim the host with the sound of clinking hours.

Rizky and Risma immediately looked up to hear that. Their fish are still raw, while the time is up.

"Sister, how is this? What are we cooking?" ask Risma gelagapan.

"It's boiled, '" said Rizky.

"So cook boiled fish?" Risma took the pot and filled the water.

"Yes, you will also not get oil" suggested Rizky.

Risma said, he immediately put three fish in it. Then put the pot on the stove, after the pan is moved to the top of the pantry table.

Rizky was looking for salt in the basket. Then he found a small jar and opened it. Slowly the handsome man picked up a bit of content in it for him to taste. Because Rizky doubts what salt is not.

After tasting salty on the tongue, Rizky put a tablespoon of salt, then stirred it.

"That's just the roof, brother?" asked Risma with a frown.

"Yes." Yeah."

"It's just salt? Not good dong."

"I'll add it myself if I can. You just kept quiet." Rizky turned to Risma while looking at her fiercely, she was honestly very annoyed to see her sister who continued to pretend to be able to cook when the original could not.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, stop!" host with loud. The word stop immediately ended the cooking time.

Soon the three judges walked over to the pantry of the participants, and the first pantry belonged to Nella and Steven. The three of them tried it.

"What are you cooking, honey?" rizky asked curiously, she wanted to come over to see. Not allowed by jury.

Nella. "Fish bloated balado, Mas."

"I was cooking that too."

"Certainly? Not been?"

"No, I changed my mind." Rizky shook her head quickly.

"It's so delicious, Miss, sir," said a chef who praised Steven and Nella's cooking. The two men seemed to be smiling.

"Thank you, Chef," Nella and Steven said.

"Together."

After that they moved on to Rizky's pantry. Then look at the work of the two men.

"Lu same Risma cook what? How come fish is just as pale as vegetables?" bima asked the restaurant owner accompanied by a small puck.

Naturally pale, in the bowl it only contains fish, water and salt. I don't know what it's like, Rizky doesn't know if it's ripe or not.

"Get Rizky sick time, Bim. The numbers are pale." Reymond replied with a shitty laugh.

"Try it first, it must taste good," said Rizky with pede.

Bima immediately took a spoon, then sipped the fish sauce. And suddenly he just nodded.

"Uhuk! uhuk!"

"Lu why?" Rizky frowned.

"It feels weird, Riz." Only that word was ejected while rubbing his lips, then Bima went straight towards the pantry of Thunder and Gita. Chef and host did not even taste it at all, it seemed like they were not tasteful to the food that Rizky and Risma served.

"But, Brother. What if we lose? How do they not like it?" lamented Risma sad. His eyes looked teary looking at the results of their cooking.

"Thank you fate, Ris." Rizky answered him in a resigned tone.

"Lho, where's Mom and Dad's cooking?" ask the hosts on Thunder and Gita. On the pantry table they had nothing.

"It's been thrown away, it's failed," replied Thunder with an annoyed face.

"Can we fail? That was the fish, Om?" ask Bima.

"Newly cut, but the fish is destroyed."

"Destroyed?" Bima squinted his forehead in wonder.

Thunder took the basin in the sink containing five fish that had been crushed, and showed it to the three judges. All that happened was Gita who could not cut the fish properly.

The middle-aged woman's face was filled with regret for Thunder, for having let her down.

"Well, it's a pity, Om," said Bima also sad. He smiled and walked back to his other pantry.

After all the dishes were finished, the team captains were asked to stand in line in front of the three judges.

"Before thank you for your participation in the race," said the host with a smile. "The three of us have discussed and determined who the winner is. Please do not be discouraged for the less fortunate."

The ten men who became captain nodded in spirit. But not with Rizky, Thunder and Reymond. The three seemed to have failed. Reymond also had provided fried fish that was charred on the jury, of course it will not make him win.

"Well, you guys must be waiting for who's the winner, right?" Now Bima the owner of the restaurant who spoke using a mic. "The right to get a car prize and free vocers are ...." Bima paused his speech to make the participants pound. "Team worm!" he shouted loudly.

Reymond Rizky, Reymond and Thunder immediately looked around the person beside him. Because they don't know whose worm team it belongs to.