Young Miss Pretends to be Poor

Dine Together

The room has been neat, fragrant lemon watermelon filled Rangga's bedroom that has been prepared by Yuki.

The girl went back to the kitchen to cook the vegetables that Bu Yayah requested, namely chicken opor. The undressed chicken had straddled inside the big pot.

"Huuft, what am I supposed to do with that chicken?" muttered.

Yuki is only looking for Bu Yayah. The only helper goddess when she wanted to do housework. Although fierce, but he learned a lot from the thick-bodied woman.

He walked slowly through Rangga's room which had been sealed shut.

"Maybe he's exhausted," murmured Yuki.

He walked forward, then looked for his female employer. Ms. Yamah was sitting in the shop, straightening her legs while wearing a cardboard tear that Yuki had used for fanfare.

Ah, I want second stuff too.

Yuki smelled a smile.

"Smile again! What the hell is that in your mind??" asked Bu Yaah glanced at the girl.

"Mom, I'm sorry I can ask you again, can't I?" tanya Yuki ventured. After quite some time, he always dared to ask his master. Although Bu Yuah was often angry, but she also wanted to teach or answer the question. So, Yuki tried to face the wall when asking.

"Well, don't you know how to cut chicken??" guess the woman.

"Yes, Mom. That's right," he said happily.

Don't tell me, guess what!

"Cut it in its segments! Here I teach you!" The woman got up from her seat and walked towards the kitchen. He gets used to Yuki who is still learning everything despite sometimes being annoyed with the simple things but the girl does not know.

Yuki noticed the way the woman cut the chicken. Then he followed his way. The girl finally did it.

"Thank you, Mom!"

"Tomorrow you remember how! Don't forget! You're a girl! Must be a toy knife!"

"Yes, Mom!"

The woman will leave Yuki. However, Yuki still intercepted him.

"Eh, Mommy, wait. Mm ... chicken opor recipe, what is Mom?" Yuki smiled.

Hope you're not angry.

The woman snorted, "Where, paper! The pen!"

Yuki smiled, then immediately ran in search of the paper and pen. Bu Yayah wrote down the recipe along with how to make it quickly. Like a poultice outside the head.

"Now!" he said while handing over the recipe notes to Yuki.

"Thank you, Mom!" said the girl was happy. He looked at the recipe.

"Eehh, Mum ...."

"Otherwise?? You don't know turmeric, do you??" guess Bu Yaah again raised her eyebrows while folding her hands.

"Hehehe, yes Mom!" yuki's reply confirmed the girl's guess.

"Current kitchen spices that are orange in color! Search in the spice box!"

"Okay, Miss Yayah! Thanks ...."

"A good cook!"

"Yes, Mom!"

Yuki immediately walks into the kitchen, looking for seasonings that he must prepare to cook chicken opor, make chili and fry crackers.

Smooth hands pounding seasonings. The job is complicated, but she enjoys cooking. Something he'd never done, but now he's a little bit able to do. Cook up! Amazing once.

After she finished, while waiting for the cooking to cook perfectly, the girl cleaned all the cooking utensils she used.

The sound of knocking on the door made Yuki rush to dry her hands. He immediately ran to the front door to see who was coming.

Chequek.

"Oh, Ma'am, I'm Miss Rina. The PKK chief is here. I saw that Bu Yayah was sleeping in the store. Emm, I don't dare to wake up" said Ms. Rina.

"Oh, yes Miss Rina. What's up, huh? When I wake up, I say."

"Yes, Mommy. Tomorrow there is a cooking demo at my house. Please say yes to Ms. Yayah."

"Mmc ... Mom, can I come??" yuki asked so enthusiastically.

Seeing the girl's will, Miss Rina agreed.

"That's all, Mommy! I'll wait for you tomorrow, at home? The house at the end."

"Yes, Mom! Thanks!" yuki was happy.

"Good, Mom."

The girl remembered about her chicken opor. He ran straight into the kitchen.

"Well, thankfully, it's not a badass! I almost forgot!"

The girl turned off the stove and prepared all the dishes on the dining table. The smell of cooking invites people at home to come to the dining table.

"Wahh, chicken opor, sambal, crackers! Fit this!" said Mr. Hendra. Mr. Tambun is a chicken lover, whatever the type of cuisine.

"Yuk, let's eat it all!" said Bu Yayah.

Yuki looked at them all happily. Seeing that they liked his cooking, he was very happy. However, there is less.

"Eh, where's Rangga?? Kiki! Wake him up, tell him to eat!" order of Bu Yayah.

"Oh, yes, Mom!"

Yuki stepped in front of Rangga's room. With hesitation, he would knock on the door but pulled his hand back to his chest.

"Duh! Where I'm groggy, I just built a guy!"

"Kikii!! The hibiscus!!" shouted Mr. Hendra shaking the house. His stomach was rumbling waiting for Rangga.

"Eh, yes sir!"

The girl closed her eyes while knocking hard on the door. However, the door did not sound but the sound of a man complaining.

"Ouch!"

"Eh, sorry Mas Rangga! I'm surprised Mas ...."

Yuki's face was red from embarrassment, her breathing was stifled.

"Some of you are clucking with your eyes closed!" rangga said past him and walked towards the dining room.

Yuki sighed the one that was held back. He followed Rangga to the dining room.

"Come, sit, Ngga. Eat," take Mr. Hendra.

"Yes, Om. Thanks." Thanks."

"Kiki, get some rice for Rangga!" the Order of Bu Yayah.

"Yes, Mom."

"I can do it myself, Bi!" Rangga.

Yuki picked up Rangga's plate quickly, then picked up the rice before Bu Yaah replied.

What's wrong with learning to serve a future husband, hihihi.

"Udah was taken by Kiki. She's a nagging maid," Bu Yaah praised.

Tumben he's nimble, the woman's inner.

Yuki smiled at Rangga who was sitting next to her. Although fierce, Bu Yamah from the beginning asked Yuki to sit on the dining chair and eat together. There Yuki feels closeness in the family while eating.

"Mas Rangga, like sambal?" ask Yuki.

Rangga nodded and smiled sweetly. Yuki felt even more palpitating looking at her smile. The girl was all she could to hold a smile while taking three spoonfuls of sambal and then put it on Rangga's plate.

Crazy chick, a lot of it!

"Please, Mas Rangga!" he said groggy put the plate in front of the man.

"L-Yes, thanks!" Rangga.

They ate together in the dining room. Mr. Hendra repeatedly added side dishes and rice in his plate.

Yuki was satisfied.

My cooking must be delicious! Mas Rangga must be happy.

He forgot about the permission to go to the house of the PKK chairman to take a cooking demo to Bu Yayah.

Meanwhile, Rangga felt something was wrong in his stomach.

"Excuse me, I'm going to the back!" he ran to the toilet.

"Why him?" ask Bu Yayah.

"No idea!" replied Mr. Hendra while scooping again the side dish and rice for the fourth time.

Yuki was silent thinking about Rangga.

Why, is that Mas Rangga?? What about sambal? I was so fascinated, I didn't realize. How many spoons did I get!