ALANA
"Faster, faster!" My senior clapped her hands as she shouted the words at us. I kneaded the dough with more ardour, as fast as my arms would allow. Cooking was a full-on workout. Whoever didn't agree, clearly had never seen anything in life yet.
The big-ass steel bowl made a loud, ear-pounding noise, as if shouting at me for abusing it. Sorry, bro. I can't have Ms Ateş kill me for being late.
"If you want to keep your jobs, move faster!" she slapped a rolled booklet back and forth on her palm, willing us to not stop to even take a breath.
I looked around and surely everyone was stressing their pants off. The woman needed to chill. This wasn't a competition. Still, I kept silent, and kept my head down, focusing on the task at hand.
She would have never tasted dumplings like mine before.
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