My name is 'Tharn'
Koh Phra, Chonburi Province,
As soon as he set foot in the sand, Tharn knew immediately that his life would change from this moment on. The island is home to the Naval Special Warfare Unit. It was a training ground for frogmen or underwater destroyers. A more luxurious way of being called a SEAL unit which stands for Sea – Air – Land, representing the mission at sea, in the air and on land.
It's been eight months of intensive training. If he passes, he will join the Special Investigations Unit and he had to do that.
"Hey, damn, let's go get something to eat. There are still two hours left before I introduce myself." So they decided to go in and sit down to eat together. There were few customers in the store and the food was served quickly.
"Huya! Hello! Hello!
Tharn turned and looked with interest at the soldiers in white shirts and blue pants running lined up with their instructors. The first three months of training probably don't differ much. Even though they applied to join the Special Investigations Unit. But the director noted that the training wasn't much different from the SEAL course.
"Hey Tharn, look at that guy, he's dressed like a model and he's about to come for a modeling walk." Yai nodded, turning to look. Than looked away from the beach and turned to the person sitting behind him. The man was wearing a black leather jacket. It appears to be a rich kid, but the back looked familiar. As if I had already seen it somewhere else. Well, it doesn't matter!
Tharn turned his attention to the plate of rice in front of him.
"Brother... let's eat soon so we can hurry up and gossip about him there." Hungry, he put the rice in his mouth and chewed it.
work to prepare the food, so it cannot be wasted.
"Oh hey, there must be others. This training is not just for us. There are many other good people. We have to observe this."
Maybe it's a well-dressed tourist.
"Ah, I saw on the table that there was some paperwork, I think it was surrender, and there was also an Air Force emblem..." Than felt that Yai was going to intrude and speak so loudly that the other could hear. Tharn then asked his older brother to eat and stop gossiping about others. To apply or not to apply is his problem.
"Auntie... Take fried basil with minced pork, uh, no pepper, no MSG*. Add half a teaspoon of sugar. Add a small ladle of vegetable oil, uh, let's add half a teaspoon of each seasoning, uh, don't add lentils too, yes"
Note: * means monosodium glutamate, flavor enhancer. Widely used in Asian cuisine and contains gluten.
Oh my God! Who made this request!?
Yai and Than looked at each other in a daze, then turned to look at the person who asked, they wanted to see his face. If you asked for this, you would do it yourself!
Claim!
That's it, until the cook hit the spatula on the pan.
Did you manage to pinpoint the request, aunt?
"The young man ordered it, by the way do it himself." Even his aunt still thought the same as him, A Yai turned and smiled at Tarn. Holding back a smile, intentionally making eye contact. If you ordered something like that, you probably wouldn't eat anything, but you would be kicked out of the restaurant.
"Auntie, I am a healthy food person, so I have to put a lot of details into my order. Let me write it for aunt to read." The nerd said frantically. He probably didn't mean to cause annoyance.
