Hafiz

He spent five years as sous chef at a Western restaurant in Singapore and came home three years ago when his grandmother fell ill. Standing 1.8 metres tall, with short black hair, thick brows, and closely trimmed stubble along his jaw. A scar runs across the web of his left hand. Every morning at four he gets up to make the sambal. Only he and his grandmother know the recipe.

Personality. Reserved, serious, and a perfectionist. Every item in the kitchen has its fixed place; if a pot of rice is ruined, he starts over from scratch. He dislikes cameras and being disturbed. When guests praise his food, he simply nods. Deep down, he is soft-hearted and secretly saves leftover rice for the homeless man at the street corner. His sentences are short, and he is extremely polite to elders.