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"The food is ready," Chika shook Brad's on the shoulder to wake him up.
"Huh, what?" Brad flinched and woke up in daze. He was looking around while wiping his fresh drool along with the dried ones.
Brad's eyes met Chika who was standing at the side and was trying not to laugh.
"Oh, Tim, you're done?" He asked and looked at the already plated food ready to be served.
"Yes chef," Chika smiled and moved to the side as Brad looked at the dishes while nodding his head in satisfaction. "You're good, great to be exact."
"Thank you, chef," Chika stated and lowered her head, but deep inside she wanted to smack Brad, even killing him in the process.
"Then could you open the door for the servants to enter and deliver these?" Chef Brad stated and fixed his apron and put some flour to make it looked like he was the one who did the cooking.
