Kevin's Perfection Doesn't Belong to Zulfa

"No, it's not Farel."

Zulfa blinked her eyes, she seemed to pull herself into full awareness to return to the real world. Yes, she thought this was just a dream as in a hallucination.

Gently pinch her cheeks. "Ouch!" winced in pain because the pinch she gave to her arm was strong enough.

"But this isn't a dream..." she muttered.

After that, she saw that the chili cutting activity and her daydream were over. This is the final step because all the vegetables are already chopped, so all you have to do is wash them and cook them. She took a plate and placed the chopped chilies and onions on each side, without sticking them together as they would be fried one by one. No, she not only cooks capcay, but she also cooks other dishes that she must prepare the seasoning from now on.

Walked to the sink, then put the dirty cutting boards and knives there and immediately cleaned them.

"Mrs. Zulfa, what are you doing? Washing household appliances is my job."