Blondes Battle

Part 8

Casually he snuck up to the pretty boy. In his head he had already made out the perfect plan. He was going to offer some of his finest herbes just so he could have a chance at getting his beloved item back.

However, it turned out that the lamb sauce was never planned to be cooked into the young one's dish. He just took it out of interest and maybe a little bit of provocation. Now that he knew it would be of no use to him, he kindly returned it to the man with a glowing smile.

Now there ought to come nothing between the man and victory. He went through all the ingredients in his head. It had worked thousands of times before so why shouldn't it now?

As the sun was close to setting both participants threw their gathered goods into the bowl. Both certain of their triumph.

Everything fell dramatically slow and the pot started doing its magic.

While the food was dancing and joining together, the gold light slowly disappeared behind the far mountains.

Now there was no turning back. Whatever was cooked now decided.

First to be judged was the young one. Confidently he presented a lovely pizza and apple pie.

Truly a masterpiece. The flavours touched their hearts and filled them with warmth and comfort. Nothing too special but reminiscent of their grandmother's cooking.

Needless to say, the jury was amazed and rated an 8 out of 10.

Next in line was none other than a famous chef and michellin star millionaire.

Surely he was above such rural house cooking. He was an expert, a star and one of the best in his world.

However, what he presented seemed dubious.

The jury wasn't even sure where to look at as its presentation was so gross. All they could tell, was that an attempt to cook a chicken breast had failed horribly.

How could this be? There wasn't even chicken in the dish? And where did the colours come from? All that blueish purple and vivid greed didn't appeal to the stomach.

Unfortunately a promise is a promise and so the judges got it down their throats.

1 out of ten and the only reason this isn't a 0 is because we didn't have to throw up.

Devastated he sunk to the ground. Defeated and robbed of all integrity. Not even anger could cover up hus distress now.

"It's fine" he heard someone say

"Just throw in stuff that works together next time. And leaf out that weird thing you had. I have never seen it here before and most certainly not in a dish."

The sauce? That was his downfall?

The one thing he knew and loved was not only useless here but also led to this misery?

Even worse. Now it was gone. Wasted!

Suddenly the blood moon rose and painted the scenery in blood red.

Dramatic but fierce music started playing...

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~Authors note
  the next two parts are going to be the finale✨
  so don't miss out on the mans 🎶song 🎶next       week