God of cooking

Chapter 112: The winner's scale (1)

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Chloe took in a long, deep breath. She tied her hair with a white bandanna with flowers, and as she took on a white apron, she looked kind of boorish. The feeling got weirder as she stood next to Joanne since Joane sticked to the fashion of the '20s. They said that the fashion of that time was rather good, but in the end it was going back in time.

A striped white shirt, a brown cardigan, and a brown pelt floppy hat. It felt just like she was an American princess of that time. If they went to the mission like that it would have been quite a funny scene, but unfortunately that didn't happen. The staff lent them cooking uniforms, and the two of them lowered their heads as if they were disappointed.

"I wanted to show my fashion senses because it was the last time."
"Me too."
"How about going to a model audition later on?"
"I won't even be able to apply because of my low height."

At Jo Minjoon's joke, Chloe replied with a serious voice. Could she have really dreamt of becoming a model? Kaya looked at the uniforms for quite a while and then opened her mouth.

"Ours are better than theirs."

Kaya's uniform colour was black. On the other side, Anderson's team was white. Actually a bright colour would be better to notice if there was a stain on it, but if it was only for the looks, black was better. First, it made you look a bit slimmer.

When everyone changed clothes and gathered, Kaya opened her mouth. You couldn't feel the rebel and troublemaker side of her. Her voice was calm, still, and warm.

"Thanks, everyone, for having worked hard for the past 6 days and following my methods without saying anything. I will certainly win. No."

Kaya took in a breath and spoke as if he was swearing.

"Let's win."

Everybody replied with smiles. They wondered if it wasn't Kaya that had grown the most in this competition.

And it wasn't talking about cooking skills. She had grown as a person. But of course, there would be some differences because everyone had grown. It was a competition they could only do so. In a short time they had to cook and keep cooking while putting their everything. They also had to cooperate with someone they hadn't even talked at all, and sometimes they made things they were cooking for the first time. If they couldn't grow in that extreme situation, that would rather be the weird thing.

Everyone calmed themselves and went toward the kitchen. You would ask if there was a need to feel nervous if it wasn't even their competition, but they couldn't. It was a place where famous chefs from all over the country were looking at them. If someone took an eye on them, then it meant that all of America would be looking at them.

Most of all they wanted to make Kaya the winner. Because whatever they did, they were a team right now. There was no one that bore ill intentions because she was doing better than them. At least, it was so between them.

As they got in the kitchen, there was one point that was different from before. The curtain that was between the hall and the kitchen disappeared. It meant that the chefs would check on how they would cook. Chloe clenched her fists. Her palms weren't sweaty, but her heart was. It was also throbbing so much that every time she breathed, her chest hurt.

However, it was a good nervousness. Maybe expressing it as adrenaline rush would be appropriate. And that wasn't only talking about Chloe. It was a structure that made you feel like that. It wasn't only an ordinary open kitchen. They would be showing not only their skills to the best chefs recognized nationally, but also their efforts and the fruit of their labors.