Bab 75: His Hand

The third day of class came. Mentors were swapped to other groups to avoid biases with their examination. Most of the participants were nervous. Will they be sent home or continue to the next round? They're restless.

A smiling chubby lady wearing a chef outfit came into their classroom doing an exaggerated catwalk. "Hi, everyone, I'm Chef Venus, the goddess of beauty and love." She posed like a supermodel on a runway with her palm behind her head and the other hand on her hips with her body slightly bent back. "Don't you agree? If you won't then just pack up and go home."

"..."

She slapped her forehead with a sad face and sobbing sounds. "Aye, I was just joking and now I look like a fool. I want to make you laugh to make you relax but the joke was on me. Ugh, shameful." She continued to act in a pitiful manner. A lot was now seen shaking their shoulders with mirth but still holding back.