#i've said it before - washing rice is a chore

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White Bear Artillery Brigade.

I'm not here to share anything earth shattering or reveal new information. I'm just going to elaborate on what I know and how I see it. Feel free to form your own opinions.

Ok so, from everything I know, this is how I'm understanding it (long ramble)...

Republic of Korea (ROK) Armed Forces is one of the largest and most powerful standing armed forces in the world. At any given time, it consists of about 600,000 active duty soldiers and approximately 3 million reservists.

Soldiers are automatically transferred to the Reserve Forces upon discharge from their initial active duty service and serve four years in the Mobilization Reserve followed by four years as a Homeland Reservist. No one ever talks about this. They are not "free" following their active duty service. They are still considered reservists.

Jimin and Jungkook are in the White Bear Artillery Brigade of the 5th Infantry Division of the Republic of Korea Army (ROKA).

ROKA itself, the Army, is the largest of the military branches. The other ROK military branches are ROK Navy and ROK Air Force. The ROK Marines are part of their Navy forces.

It might be difficult to fathom the scope and size of ROKA. Here is an outline of the structure. You will need to scroll down a ways to see where the 5th Infantry Division falls. It is under Army Ground Operations and then under V Corps (Corps 5).

The White Bear Brigade consists of the: 195th, 196th, 205th and 988th Field Artillery Battalions. The 196th is also called YELLOW DRAGON.

I do not know which Field Artillery Battalion Jimin and Jungkook are assigned to.

Each of these Field Artillery Battalions are scattered in different locations but tied to the 5th Infantry Division. The 5th Infantry Division's top general controls these Field Artillery Battalions.

And the term "field" only means they are not located at the training base where Jin is.

It means they are out in the "field" in another remote, secluded strategic location, away from the main base, where if necessary, they and their artillery, can be deployed efficiently and rapidly should this action be required.

They don't see Jin any more. He is at a separate location.

The front line between South Korea and North Korea is lined with hills and low-lying mountains, they will be nestled up in there somewhere.

"Field" does not mean they are living in the middle of a farm field in tents, cooking food over campfires. It means they are at a base somewhere in the hills and mountains. This base will hold lots of other soldiers, though not as many soldiers as there are at the original training base where Jin is because that's sort of a hub where they deploy the newly trained soldiers from.

Simple terms: Jimin and Jungkook are out there in the middle of nowhere near the front lines at a base where they take care of weaponry like tanks and the ammo for tanks in case they have to quickly respond to an attack. Heaven forbid.

Anyway. How many ways can I explain that? Obvs a bunch.

Military jobs.

There are probably dozens of jobs that an Army base like theirs requires.

Cooking food to feed all the soldiers is one of those jobs. Cleaning the kitchen after cooking is part of that job. There were rumors since January that Jungkook was a kitchen worker. Those in the K-military call it Kitchen Police. And then JK just said he is cooking rice and cleaning up to the ceiling so that pretty much confirms he is indeed a Kitchen Police.

In the context of him being enlisted in the military and him coming to tell us he is doing good in the military, he is telling us he cooks rice and cleans up afterward.

He didn't mean he sometimes randomly cooks rice in his room. Nor did he mean he made himself a snack. It doesn't mean he also has a second job of cleaning. Everything he does will be associated with the Kitchen Police.

Their days are very regimented and structured. He will be one soldier on a team of soldiers tasked with creating enough food 3 times a day to feed the entire base. It is a full time job.

The rumor for Jimin is that he might be in a role that involves maintenance. Maintenance of what? We don't know. But what we know about Jimin is that he was on the robotics team in school, he has leadership skills, and he made a bunch of LEGO kits and a miniature house model in front of us during several weverse lives. Is he putting together computers? Is he reassembling machinery? We don't know.

The Companion Enlistment Program.

The buddy system was created in 2003 in order to foster better outcomes and psychologically stronger soldiers. It allows those who choose to enlist under this program to be with someone who they can gain this support from throughout their enlistment. That's the whole point. To be together during their enlistment.

The age range is dynamic. Every year this range progresses one year.

For 2023, the age range for this program were those born between Jan. 1, 1995 and Dec. 31, 2005. For 2024, the age range will be those born between Jan. 1, 1996 and Dec. 31, 2006. And so on.

The reason is because only Korean men between the ages of 18-28 are conscripted. 2023 was the last year Jimin was eligible for this program.

The criteria is very specific when choosing this type of enlistment. You can't "game" the system by enlisting in this program for reasons other than the ones the military has set for this type of enlistment. It's the military... they are masters at the "game." Strategy, out-thinking the enemy, creative warfare... that's their gig.

The barracks where Jimin and Jungkook sleep will be the same. The bathroom where they wash up will be the same. The cafeteria where they eat will be the same. Their recreational facilities will be the same.

It's the same base, same facilities. They may not be in each other's faces while they perform their jobs every day, but they see each other EVERY DAY. They sleep together EVERY NIGHT.

Delulu time.

Every time I say that I go "hammer time" and think of MC Hammer and the song starts in my head...anyway... I'm a dork.

I can imagine Jungkook's day starts a little earlier than Jimin's because the kitchen will need to be ready to serve breakfast for the rest of the soldiers.

There might be other teams/groups who also begin their day earlier than others. Perhaps they all gather and do some sort of brief, early morning drills or general chores before heading off to their respective posts/jobs for the day. I don't know, just guessing.

The kitchen team would do things like take in supplies, store the supplies correctly according to regulations, place orders for more supplies, gather the ingredients to make that day's menus, prepare the foods according to specified recipes, serve the food, maintain and clean the serving area, maintain and clean the cooking appliances, cookware, cooking utensils, clean the food trays and eating utensils, clean the kitchen from floor to ceiling, plan and prepare for the next day's menus, doing any preliminary prep like thawing frozen food, etc.

Menus are not decided on a whim. The Army will have set daily menus and have contracts within the country's food industry to provide ingredients and supplies in bulk.

I used to think it was slightly odd to obsess over the food they were being served in the military. But now I'm keenly interested. Is there a jikook food tray account on X?

As I don't really know the details of Jimin's job, I can only guess that he reports to his job, carries out his duties just like Jungkook and just like all their fellow soldiers. His duties may be similar in that he inventories supplies, orders new supplies/parts. Or he might be training for a specific skill like polishing glass for gun scopes or something. I just made that up to use as an example.

Of course, duty on base would be vastly different from combat if they were to actually be activated to fight. I don't want to think about that.

Perhaps during the course of their week, they all attend classes or lectures or informational meetings or whatever. I don't know. That's just a guess. But somehow, information would need to be shared and continuing training would need to occur.

At the end of the day, they'd head back to their own barracks and enjoy their evening of free time. They'd get their phones for a short period of time. From what I understand, depending on their location, their wireless signal may not be reliable or strong.

Maybe they work out. If so, they do it together. They are accustomed to doing that so there's every reason to think they'd also work out together while enlisted.

They can decompress in the company of each other, relaxing, being themselves in the comfort of familiarity. They can talk about things that they accomplished, things they learned or situations they got embarrassed about.

They can make jokes with each other, poke fun at each other, commiserate, empathize, laugh, express frustration or joy with each other.

If they have enough moments of privacy, they can vent about assholes they had to deal with or they can hype the nice people they interacted with during their day.

Or they can just relax in the company of each other in silence and nothing else.

You know... all the things you do with the person you are most comfortable with... the person they wanted next to them sharing the ups and downs of this period of their lives. It works out wonderfully for them.

Then lights out and go to sleep and do it all over again the next day.

Anyway. I send up my thoughts every day that they are safe, healthy, eating well, and that their bodies and minds are strong. I am thankful they have each other. It is day 97 into their service. 451 days remaining. FIGHTING!

#i know more about the korean military than i do about my local school system #jimin #jungkook #jikook #minkook #kookmin #bts military service #i've said it before - washing rice is a chore #someone please start a kookmin food tray account on X

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Yandere House"wife" Satoru x Reader

Call it a happy accident, the way Satoru transitioned from being a full-time sorcerer to being the man you come home to after he does domestic chores all day. You two talked about it for a little while. There was a time when Satoru would come home late at night almost every day. And he would wind down, take a shower, crawl into the bed into your arms and just pour out his heart to you. He would say he hates his job. He hates how repetitive these days were becoming. Meetings upon meetings in the morning, and then having to exercise curses that never stood a chance for the next 6 hours. You soothed him, of course. Or at least as much as you could.

Then you proposed that maybe he starts taking days off. So you'll go to work and he'll stay home to heal his mind as much as he needs to. He would do anything for you, so of course he tries it out just to make you happy. And a few rest days turned into a few weeks. A few weeks turned into a couple of months. You don't remember the last time Satoru went to work by now, his phone blowing up every day from the people and job he kind of abandoned. He didn't care anymore.

He realized that he was happiest doing these mundane and very human tasks every day. And his motivation to keep going was just you. If he was bored, he would do the laundry that was full. I mean, the washer and dryer was just down the hall, why not? Washed the few dishes in the sink. Maybe he'll stop by the store to restock the fridge. You recognized how much of a....housewife he was being when he would retell his daily tasks to you before you two went to bed. "Oh, so I've got a little housewife now?" The neurons in his brain crackled when he heard that word escape your mouth.

Housewife

You raised your eyebrow when you watched him whisper the word underneath his breath. "You alright?" No, he wasn't. Well, he felt fantastic at the thought of his only purpose being his favorite person's provider and nothing else. But other than that, not really. He shamelessly enjoys having that title over his head. So he decides to play the part.

In the morning, he'll wake up before you, stare at your beautiful face for around 10 minutes before getting up to prepare your lunch and make you breakfast. NO, he can't cook. But he does know how to follow instructions. You wrote him some recipes you loved and he takes extra care to follow every single step to the exact measurements that you want. And when you smile at the breakfast, or make that sigh of relief, his heart jumps. Want more coffee? Do you want tea instead? He could pour you a flask of hot coffee before you go. And don't forget your lunch, either. He had fun making the panda shaped molds of rice.

And when you give your kiss goodbye and he finishes begging you to stay for a mandatory 5 minutes, he begins cleaning up the kitchen. He washes the dishes and clears the laundry if there's any. Mops the bathroom and cleans the tub, toilet bowl, and sink until they're sparkly and clean. Vacuums carpets and turns on a humidifier with your favorite scent lightly wafting throughout the place. Though he usually does this 20 minutes before you come back home so the smell is fresh in your brain when you walk in the door. He checks off the grocery list, visits a few people from his hitlist that he knows either hooked up with you in the past, broke up with you, or just tried to fuck with you in general. Sold a few organs from said people from the hitlist's bodies and goes back home to clean himself up and relax.

Relax meaning checking your location every five minutes, doing a mandatory 10 minute phone call on your lunch break to either try and persuade you to skip the rest of the work day to come back home, have phone sex(you talk him through his orgasm), or just let you talk and he'll listen. After the phone call, he'll eat his first meal of the day. He knows you don't like when he doesn't take care of himself, so he eats as much as his big heart desires. Which usually consists of your scraps of breakfast and dinner that you don't finish, so it feels like you two are bonding over the same meal(even though you aren't there). He does like eating with you and next to you, but it just feels more intimate when you two eat from the same plate. By the end of his meal, he's usually rock hard and close to tears at the fact that you won't be here to help him get off again for the next few hours.

So, he takes a cold shower(or two, if it's serious(and when I say "two" I mean he hops in, finishes, and then has to go back because it rises again with a vengeance)). And after his cold shower, he goes to the gym and does his weight resistance training. He knows you love every part of his body and his beautifully sculpted muscles(your words), so he takes good care of them. Then if he has free time, he'll watch some tv, pop up at Jujutsu Tech to piss everyone off for a few minutes, buy some sweets and desserts you two can share and then go back home to take a nap.

He wakes up about 30 minutes before you come back home so he can cook dinner. You told him you wouldn't mind having something "simple" tonight. And if he thinks carefully, this could mean anything from a boiled stew to TV dinner. Based off of your tone and how you said this sentence, he'll assume you wouldn't want something crazy to eat, so he actually buys some deli sandwiches from a shop not too far away. And when you got home, had Satoru take your coat, shoes, and jacket, you told him you were actually excited to eat. "It's been a while since we went there, huh? Oh, it's still warm!" The bread was toasted the way you liked and everything in between.

You were so lucky to have this man take care of you. You told him you loved him and if there was anything he wanted in return for his hard efforts to keep you happy, you'd do it. He shyly shook his head, a small blush overcoming his soft cheeks. He finished eating his sandwich before you and you noticed how silent he went. You softly grabbed his hand and he immediately looked up at you in question. "You alright? You're being quiet." You raise your hand from his hand to wipe a bread crumb from the corner of his mouth. "Yeah......actually, no. I just miss being able to grab your ass every second of the day, because your job doesn't allow your boyfriend into the building."

"Satoru, you know I can't take work off, I have to take care of us." Satoru flails and grabs your hand. "But babe, you know I have enough money to buy us 16 houses! You don't need to work!" You roll your eyes. "Well, I don't want to be in the house all day rotting away."

"We can rot together." "No!" He's a romantic at heart. He stands to walk off at your rejection and you grab his hand to pull him back. "Baby, you know I didn't mean it like that." "But.....you said we can't rot together...." "I know, but we can just be here right now and enjoy each other. We have all night and even some time in the morning. Right?" He sighs at your words and nod. ".........why are you hard?"

"Because you noticed I was quiet." You roll your eyes. He was also an attention seeker. How could you forget. "Really?" He nods. This time, you sigh, and you walk over to the living room couch, patting your lap. Satoru happily bounces over and plops down his weight on you. "Oof!" Sitting sideways on your lap, you caress his back with one hand and palm his hard on through his jeans with the other. His body immediately relaxes underneath your touch, and you smile up at him. "My baby has been working so hard today, hm?" He nods and stares at your hand. "I'm glad you're being productive. What did you do today, Satoru?"

"Today, I cleaned up the kitchen and did the laundry.." You unbutton his pants when he starts talking. But before you pull them down, you pause. "And what else?" He realizes what you're trying to do and swallows stressfully. He just wants you to take care of him. "And I mopped in the kitchen and the bathroom. I vacuumed, too." You pull his pants down enough to pull out his rock hard cock. It was warm and heavy in your hand, the tip straining with the blood swollen up to it. It was red and glistening with pre, threatening to drip down.

You gently wrapped your hand around him, slowly jerking him up and down, and a whimper slips out his lips. "Come on, baby, keep talking." He grabs your arm that's holding his cock and grabs at the couch with his other. "Um...I also........that's it." He cuts himself off, and his eyelids flutter shut when you put a little more pressure onto your hold, your thumb swiping over his tip.

"Hm? Are you sure?" You know he cut himself off. Which only means he's hiding something from you. He nods his head in response, and you let go of him. He whines at the cold that surrounds him now and looks at you. "Whyy???" "I don't know, baby, I think you're lying to me." You give him a look of fake concern, and your hand instead travels south to very gently fondle his sack, which immediately gets him to squirm.

"I'm not!!" You scrunch your eyebrows. "Are you??" He goes silent, and you stare him deep into his eyes. He can't reciprocate the eye contact and stares at your hand. You stop touching him, and he looks back up at you with sad, glistening puppy eyes. "I went through the list." Your eyebrows shoot up before you start scolding him. "The list??? I thought I told you to get rid of that thing? Satoru." When you first moved in with one another, you found his hit list full of people you used to talk to. He planned to kill them off one by one to have you to himself. You never truly got mad at him for it, because most of those people on the list genuinely were big pieces of shits that you wanted to burn in hell.....but technically it still wasn't okay for him to just do that behind your back.

"No, please! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just-" you lightly push him off of your lap, which was basically his equivalent of being shoved off of a cliff and his heart drops when you stand up. "NO! No. Wait, baby, please. Let me make it up to you. Please don't leave me like this." He trips onto his knees but still makes record speed in crawling over to you. He grabs your closest leg and hugs it tightly. You could feel his cock(which was still out) rub against your pant leg. So dramatic, you think.

You look down at him, and he stares up at you with those stupid big blue eyes. "......" He takes your silence as his que to convince you. "I can make it better, look!" He shifts in front of you, still on his knees, and begins to unbutton and pull your pants down. You lose balance and stumble back into the dining table behind you, using it for balance as Satoru yanks down down your pants, his eyes staring at the goal.

"Satoru, what the hell are you doing?" Funny enough, your words contradict your actions, and you instinctually spread your legs farther apart for him to have more space in between. He grabs your legs and places them on top of his shoulders, and you scoot back onto the dining table for more comfort, cups and silverware clinking as you clumsily push them back.

"I can help like this." He pushes his tongue as far as he can past your lips, getting a strong first taste at your pussy. A firm and slow stripe from your hole up to your clit and you hiss, gripping onto the table. Satoru moans loudly and closes his eyes to enjoy himself as much as possible. He shifts impossibly closer to you, hugging your thighs to both sides of his face to be buried deep and makes out with your sensitive bud. You could feel him occasionally exhale his warm breath onto you before firmly flicking his tongue onto you again.

You begin whining at the waves of pleasure crashing down on you. Drool and your essence cover Satoru's chin. His cock twitches endlessly against the hardwood floor, more of his pre dripping onto it the more he gets you to moan. "Get up." His eyes snap open, and he pulls away to look up at you. Your fingers dig into his scalp, and you pull him up, earning a wince from him. He knows what you want and leans in to let you taste yourself on his tongue. In the middle of the kiss, he suddenly flinches at the feeling of your hand once again grabbing his cock. You separate the kiss and his gaze trails down to your pussy.

You took his cock head and pressed it in between your lips, rubbing it up and down against your entrance. Your eyes seemed to glisten in a way he hadn't seen in a long time and you maintained eye contact, whispering to him. "You gonna be a good boy and fuck me how I taught you?" Each word that slipped out of your lips was enough to make him insane, and he was ready to do whatever you commanded. He robotically nods and you laugh at his reaction.

You press a soft kiss to his chin, letting him spread your legs on top of the table. He softly spreads your lips and makes eye contact with your hole. Heat radiates from you and he soaks up every last bit of it. All he can see, think of, and hear is you. "Beautiful." He whispers underneath his breath. You caress his arm to snap him out of his mind and he leans down closer to you, his head now pressing to your entrance gently. "Please show me." And he takes it upon himself to shower you with the affection you deserve in hopes to satisfy you again.

Did I cook????? Cuz I feel like I wrote this way too fast.

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[scrumptiousdiary]

The Recipe of Life

Tic Toc Tic Toc

Inside an empty kitchen, Anthony quietly stared at the clock. Don’t go. Stop. Despite his silent scream, the clock hand continues to move diligently, like it always does.

Eleven fifty nine and fifty seven seconds. Fifty eight seconds. fifty nine seconds, and 12 o’clock.

It was New Years Eve; it was the end of his twenties, as well as beginning of his thirties. Anthony sighed deeply as sudden fatigue enveloped him. Time was moving slowly, and he thought to himself, compared to the amount of the time spent, he did not gain anything.

Anthony was a high school teacher precisely an English teacher. He knew that teaching wasn’t meant for him. He didn’t think of becoming a teacher once. What he always wants when he was a child is to become a chef. However, he couldn’t go against parents will. Anthony was a smart person and he had a high grades when completing in high school.

10 years had passed but Anthony was not enjoying on what he are doing. His parent kept saying that he will thank them one day but that was not it. Yes the job was stable but he felt bored so In the end he resigned.

After he resign, he started working at a restaurant. He found a job as a dishwasher in a famous restaurant in Malate, Manila. He washed dishes for half a year and after one year, he started making salads and side dishes. There was no point of complaining it now because it was his choice. So he had no rights to complain about how frustrating his life now. Then suddenly the sound of chime rang, and the lights lit up in the restaurant.

“Oh Anthony your still here?. It was Thorn Calderon, he was two years younger than him, but he was his superior. He was lined up to be a head chef few months from now.

“Ah yes senior what bring you here?” he replied. Anthony was respecting Thorn he had no choice because it is his superior. Thorn sounded that he doesn’t want to respect him because he is younger that him but deep inside he secretly enjoyed it.

“Anthony can you peel those garlic seemed we were out of garlic. Since you are here already peel those garlic for me instead of doing it tomorrow.” Thorn said

“I’m a little tired right now and its almost 12 midnight can I do that tomorrow? he replied.

“My junior, please help me keep my good manners toward elders or other junior will talk back to me when im asking them to this chores.” his senior reply.

“Understood.”

“Okay I’ll be leaving right now.”

Anthony can’t do anything but to stared at back of his senior who are leaving now. Even if he was mad he cant complain so he had no choice to follow their order.

Garlic my ass he said to himself. But still he pick those garlic to the refrigerator and peel the immediately, after feeling those garlic Anthony turned on his phone and he receive a message from unknown sender.

“Happy New Year Chef Anthony” the sender said. Even if it suspicious it is loosen his sadness.

“Happy New Year” he quickly replied.

For a while the two had a long conversation. Cooking Guru was the name of the sender.

Coking Guru: Is your senior bothering you again?

Anthony: uhmmm How did you know that. But I just peeling some garlic because of my senior.

Cooking Guru: Aha I have so many connection no need to ask. Ah its pity…. but if you change your path earlier you will be in a good position not a dishwasher anymore.

Anthony: What can I do its my fault because I don’t have courage to go against my parents will.

Cooking Guru: If you could go back when you were younger, you will have the courage to pursue your dream?

Anthony: Yes I will. I will gladly return to achieve my dreams.

After he sends the message Cooking guru will be quite for a while, maybe he doesn’t want to have a conversation with me. Anthony rested his head on table outside and suddenly he fell asleep. After 10 minutes of being asleep his phone screen brightly with a message on it.

Cooking Guru: “Sure. Return to when you were younger. I would like to see your youthful pursuit of your path too.”

“Wake up Anthony. Anthony”

He opened his eyes with a frowned to the loud voice. He was sure that he slept at the restaurant, so why was he home? While he was dazed and confused about his situation, his mother opened her mouth again.

"What are you blanking out for? Hurry up and wake up. Its 10 already.

"..........10? Its 10? Oh my god why didn't you wake me up earlier?"

"What are you talking about. Your taking a break from school?"

"What there's no break at the restaurant! I have to go to work!

"Restaurant? Your funny. Did you have a dream about being a chef or something? Get a hold of yourself Anthony! You are a college student!"

"...........what the a college student?"

A dream about being a chef? She probably said that because i am working at the restaurant. But a college student? Anthony felt strange.

Anthony looked around his house by reflex. The house three years ago was same as now the TV that they threw because of the bad quality and the chair that was broke was there on the table, as nothing happened.

"Mom....... what year was it?"

"What? what are you saying. Are you okay? wake up already."

"What year it is?"

"It's 2010! Hurry and wash up and come to eat. Food's going to get cold."

2010. Then that it was 7 years ago, he washed up sloppily still confused on what happen. As his mother urging, he sat on the table. At that moment, his phone suddenly become bright and popped a message on it.

"Go fulfill your dreams right now and dont have regret on it."

When his mother setting up the food on the table he see something on the food.

(White Rice)

Freshness: 70%

Quality: Medium

Cooking score: 5/10

Anthony rubbed his eyes, and stared at the rice blankly am i hallucinating or something. Did I go insane? Or still i am dreaming?. Then suddenly he looked at the fried egg.

(Fried Egg)

Freshness: 90%

Quality: High

Cooking score: 7/10

"Did i read to much fantasy novel this days....?"

"What are you reading things like those instead of studying?"

"Of course not mother. That's not what im saying..."

"Dont you know how hard your father works. Use your time wisely for me and your father."

"Did I return 7 years ago."

He remember the conversation with Cooking Guru. He didn't want to believe it but one thing came up to his mind.

'So he sent me back to the past.

When he taught about his conclusion, the reason behind follow. Cooking Guru asked me when i will go back to the past, will i pursue my cooking skill rather than be a teacher and a dishwasher. And he answered yes without hesitation, he said the it is his passion.

Honestly, rather being happy he felt confused and distraught. Anthony lifted his spoon and brought some fried egg to his mouth. At that moment another screen popped up.

(You have master Sonia's fried egg recipe.)

And then screen popped up and he saw the ingredient on how to do it. He was confused first but it is sinking to his mind now.

Thank you so much Cooking Guru for bringing me back I will do my best to fulfill my dreams.

The lunch time was ending, maybe because he wake up at 10 so he was not hungry. He was 30 years old and a high school teacher but now he was 23 years old and a 3rd year college student.

'What should I do now.'

The moment when he returned to the past his mindset is to fulfill his career to become a chef this was his final chance to fulfill it. But his parents will not allow him to become a chef so he decided to the everything to change his parents mind.

"Mom do you want me to cook the food for our lunch."

"Your gonna cook?"

"I made you a food before, there's something i've been practicing."

"Alright lets see how my son good at cooking."

As soon as his mother agree he goes to the kitchen and check their refrigerator for the ingredients of what he should cook.

'Hmmm lets see if i could cook a chicken curry.'

He was confident on what he is cooking because when he see the chicken the screen popped up again and he see how he cook it and the ingredient for his chicken curry. It was so easy for him to move at kitchen so easily. He put so much effort on it but the cooking score is 3/10 because he forgot to add the coconut milk, so when he added it the cooking score is 10/10.

"Mom can you try the chicken curry that i cook."

"Okay just wait i'll just finish our laundry."

"Alright i will set the food on the table come if your done on it."

After 10 minutes his mother come to their dining table and tasted the chicken curry that he cooked.

"Hmmm it taste good, you can cook a good food like me my son."

A small smile crept into her face. And then he and his mother continue to eat. As the days goes by he was assigned by his mother to do cooking for their daily lives. As a routine Anthony wakes up early and go to the grocery store to buy ingredients for the food that he was cooking.

And then one day after going to the supermarket Anthony saw an advertisement for a cooking show. He hurriedly go home and try some pastries and other food as an entry for the cooking show. He secretly go a training because he should know that his parents will be mad at him. After some training he secretly filled up an application form to enter the contest but his father see the application form. His father was so mad at him because of that application form.

"How dare you to go against my will."

"But father its my dream i am always doing what are you saying, I want to pursue cooking and i dont want to be a teacher anymore."

"Go get out of this house, you didnt think what i feel i work hard for you to send on school but this iswhat you are doing. Go pack your things and live this house.

Anthony was so confused but he choose to leave their house because he was given a chance to pursue his dreams even if he sacrifice his family.

"Where should I go now i dont have enough money to support myself to pursue may career".

So he work as a dishwasher again to support his career. School, work, house is his basic routine, but he did not give up. He pursue his application form in the cooking show but he was rejected. As the days goes by he was so tired but he always tell to himself that he will surpass it. In morning he will go to school and in evening in the restaurant again.

"Anthony can you help me to peel those garlic." the head master chef said.

"Yes head master chef." He replied, he feel like dejavu.

The head master chef of the restaurant was kind to him. He always teach him some recipe like it always does the screen will be popped up and then he will copy the recipe and add some flavoring to make it more delicious. And then one day he receive a text about the preliminaries about a cooking show because the head master refer him to the director.

Anthony do his best to practice and he was allowed to be in the kitchen for his practice on the preliminaries.

"Anthony what are you planning to cook on the preliminaries."

"Roasted bream with pepper sauce."

"You can do it! Remember "there are two kinds of people in the world. The one who can give flavor and those who cant. You are the former.. I believe you will get good result.

"Thank you."

It was the competition day Anthony was so nervous. But with the help of the head master chef he will do it to pursue his dream. The other staff was not fond of him because he was not good and he was referred thats why he can enter on the competition. But in the end he was able to make it to the Top 100.

"Congratulations Anthony you did it well."

"Thank you head master it is all because of you."

As the competition goes Anthony won the first place of the cooking show. He was so happy and contented. His parents were proud because of his achievements, he become a famous chef in the country. He even built his own restaurant and become a famous fine dining restaurant. After a tiring day Anthony fell asleep on the table of her office. And when he wake up he was on the restaurant where he supposed to be not in 7 years ago.

"Ohhhhh it was a good dream." he said to himself.

So he ready himself because it was morning and they will have to open their restaurant.