30 MINUTES CHEF
"Safrah! Safrah!! Called the mother as she entered inside the sitting room from the yard holding a medium bowl of tomatoes and red bell peppers. " Na'am! Mama. I'm here in the kitchen," answered Safrah, a 25 years old girl. Dark in complexion and average in height. She wore a pink t-shirt and white long skirt with strips of pink on it. On her head, was a pink turban. She was dicing some carrots on a wooden chopping board. She smiled jauntily, she knew why her mother was calling her. "Of course. I know you will be there," said the mother as she headed straight to the kitchen swiftly, adjusting her wrapper with her left hand. As she entered the kitchen, she dropped the bowl of vegetables on the kitchen table, beside Safrah. "Didn't I warned you of taking my onions and other ingredients without asking for my permission?" She pulled Safrah's ear a bit hard that Safrah screamed in pain and held the ear. "I'm sorry, M...