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"You're late, Jordan" said Boss curtly.
"If you only knew what I've gone through, Ma'dam.." replied Jordan as he buttoned his culinary coat.
"Maybe later. As of now, Kobe has two win lead over us. So, what's the battle plan?" asked Boss as they walked through the corridor leading up the school's gym. Jordan pushed through the double doors and saw the gym was decked out in the school colors - Red and Gold. Every part of the gym floor was used as each chef had a specific area to cook. He spied Kobe from a distance. His food speciality - Japanese Cuisine and he was dominating the competition with his signature Kobé beef and the Dynamite "Bro" Rolls! His strategy was simple yet effective: The Dynamite Bros would distract the enemy and chip away at the defenses while Kobé would defect most of the attacks and finish up the fight.
"This year, they're going down!" muttered Jordan as he clenched his culinary pack.
Boss sighed heavily...
"That's what you said last year and the year before that...."
"Enough! This year will be different! I'm choosing General Tso!" exclaimed Jordan at the top of his voice. The other chefs looked over at the pair and snickered to themselves.
"Not so Loud! And no General's ANYTHING this year! You've tried that may too many times. I think our best bet is Fusion between Chinese and Indian. That way we'll combine the best of our strengths." strategized Boss.
"I still think the General would win this time..."
"Now co'mon! We're just go with Master Tandoori and Fried Ricer!"
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