"I don't believe you. Baba only mentioned that he was planning, but nothing was set in stone." She said with determination. Marriage was not an option for her now. She had to start her own path, become a chef, and show the world her father was truthfully innocent.
"Why won't you believe me?" Fishal's mind went into a frenzy. This was his only chance to convince her, to
Arup's temple throbbed with anger, incensed to see Ronjon alive. "All of you have the guts to show up here. I hope you're not wasting my time. Or did you come to be sent to the gallows soon?"Ronjon spoke first. "I could have sent you to the gallows if not for Asha stopping me. Don't try any stupid moves now. The people back in the Capital already know of your attempts
She cooked the dish as quickly as during the competition. Arup didn't allow anyone to serve aside from her. The children thanked her as she scooped the dish on their plates. Asha promised in her heart, she'll come back and provide a better life for these kids. Her last stop was the table where two plates were waiting for her and Arup. Ronjon, Monojit, Fishal, Arup's family doctor, and his Ma watched at the side, faces masked with anxiety.The delight on the children's faces relieved the spectator's heart, but time was in the essence. If things go awry, it would be the end. Though these things plagued the minds of the adults, the kids laughed as they ate."Delicious.""Can I have more?""Please more," said the kids simultaneously as they stood, carrying their plates to her.Their sweet voices were like music to her ears. It lifted Asha's heavy heart. Asha wanted to cry for joy to see their dazzling and satisfied smiles. She was confident of the dish. Her eyes probed Arup. He was silent
They've reached the capital with no problems and Monojit brought her to his Aunt's house where he lived. Ronjon had to separate ways, but promised he'll pick her up to bring her to his mentor.The next day, Ronjon drove a borrowed car with Monojit at the front seat and Asha at the back. He drove the long way in the busy streets for Asha's entertainment. She was full of bewilderment. This was her first trip to a big bustling city. Paak was nothing. Her eyes sparkled watching the extensive buildings, pleasant restaurants, large stores, and food carts selling variants of food on the roadside. She would visit those food carts later, she thought.Ronjon stopped the car in front of a decent building within a university. The tag-along Monojit wouldn't dare to be separated from her even for a second. Ronjon led them into a sizeable room filled with different knives, kitchen accessories, and bottles of various sizes. It occupied half of the room. She could tell the owner loved cooking."My ment
Asha went back the next day, but Gael refused to see her if she had no clear answer. She felt helpless, but Ronjon encouraged her."But my answer is still the same. I just want to ask him what's wrong with my answer," she said.
From there, Asha tried reading recipes and even asked Ronjon to show her his cooking style. Yet, she couldn't think of anything different or to call her own original recipe. Her Baba's cooking still stood higher among the rest.Asha tried to cook by not following any recipe or cooking style at all, but the results were her cooking style went back to Ninu's ways or the
Asha bid the two to go outside. "Boys, did you bring any cash with you?" Both answered yes. "Good, then we need to buy some ingredients…" Before she could continue, Monojit interrupted. "Wait, explain to us first why we need to involve ourselves with their problem?"
Along the road, Ronjon stopped the car near a group of men to ask for the location of the nearest gasoline station.A man pointed to his right. "It's two kilometers from here."
Ronjon was on fire. He hated the guts of the sleek guy, but Monojit was against it."The parents decided. What apparent proof do you have that he was not lying? Just heard, but nothing to show."