A Novel Kitchen 소설 & 이야기

We were all young people of the modern era, making our way in the world. Who among us hadn't picked up a few simple, foolproof recipes from food bloggers? Besides, if the goal was to prepare dishes that could heal illnesses, that was even easier. The medical texts I could purchase from the system's marketplace—others could buy them too. When the queen remained silent for a long moment, the accountant finally lifted his head. Seeing that the person before him was me, a flash of resentment flickered in his eyes.

~ LENA ~ The first thing that greeted me when I opened the kitchen door was the delicious aroma of breakfast. The kitchen was huge, almost the size of a small apartment. Soft morning light filtered through the windows, touching the wide marble counters and stainless steel appliances lining the walls. A long kitchen island stood at the center of the room, its smooth surface gleaming faintly in the light. Pancakes were stacked on a plate nearby. Something sizzled softly on the stove, the scent mingling with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingering in the air.

Lucien The sleek black quartz kitchen island of my penthouse was filled with various ingredients, a view that used to be completely unfamiliar to its surface. But nowadays, with me staying in the penthouse all the time, my little swan had decided to cook every day. The kitchen had never been so thoroughly used, and the slight chaos of it looked so... domestic. I leaned back in my dining chair, my eyes staring at the small back that had been lying next to me in my bed these past couple of days.

My jaw dropped. It was directly out of one of those high-end house mags—glamorous countertops, top-line appliances, an island large enough to host a dinner party. And it was perfect. Not a crumb to be found anywhere on the grounds, not even a dirty glass sitting in the sink. The fridge, however, was packed, surprisingly. "What the hell? Who stocks the thing? The food fairy?" I teased myself and pulled out some eggs, butter, nuts and a few vegetables. Cooking in his kitchen felt rebellious. Something I wasn't supposed to be doing.

The majority were historical fiction by authors I recognised, but the bottom shelf appeared to be crime thrillers. “Thank you for the invitation, Helena.” I turned towards the kitchen as I spoke, where Helena was stirring a saucepan on the gleaming white freestanding stove. Small sections of pine units and a granite worktop flanked her. Unlike Jackson’s cabin, their island had a sink and a separate white porcelain draining board. The room was L-shaped, and in the final section was a four-seater dining table.

Silence. The kitchen’s aroma drew her in, and she nearly groaned. This was a chef’s dream—gleaming wooden cabinets that blended with the natural surroundings, a massive stove, and double ovens that screamed serious cooking. Nita loved baking, though she wasn’t on Tally or Gerri’s level. She hadn’t poisoned anyone yet, so that was a win. This kitchen alone earned her mystery date points, even if he was a no-show.

There was only one other person in the apartment. "Ares?" I called out, my voice tight. ... Ares While Kia was occupied in the bathroom, I had a clipboard in hand and a mission to complete. I had decided that failure in the kitchen was no longer an option. Just yesterday, I bought a cookbook with "Beginner Friendly" stamped across the cover in bright letters. "The CEO of Vueravista does not do average," I muttered, flipping past pictures of salads. "She is not going to find out I can't cook a proper meal. Master Chef Ares starts today."

He looked so hot. Definitely not hot to be hers. "Yeah, Sure." Together, they walked to the kitchen, it smelled like chicken pie, Zoey had no idea what it was like to even taste her mother's food. Priya never made their meals, their kitchen always smells like something made out of money, you know, when you go to a fancy restaurant, pay a thousand dollars for a meal and you realize it's just food. That was the way their kitchen smelt back home. Nova leaned against the counter, before moving towards the sink, "I know everything that happened between you and Dexter." She says in a hushed voice.

She looked a little awkward before finally speaking softly, “Could you take me to the kitchen? I want to prepare breakfast for Master Adrian.” The title sounded unfamiliar on her tongue. However, the head butler simply nodded respectfully. “Of course, Madam.” He then gestured for Livia to follow him. A few moments later— Livia stopped once again. Her eyes widened as she looked at the enormous kitchen before her. The room looked more like the kitchen of a luxurious restaurant than a private home kitchen. Everything appeared spotless, modern, and perfectly organized. The cooking equipment was neatly arranged with technology she had never seen before.

I sighed with relief as I took a sip of my coffee. That was a very good way to get rid of Thelma Davies. ******* I moved around Mr Ian's magnificent Kitchen cautiously, trying to make sure I didn't break anything. The kitchen was giant looking, extraordinarily big, everything in it was expensive, I was surprised I could even operate the electric cooking machine. Every gadgets in the kitchen wasn't just an ordinary one, it was exactly like those types they use in Five star hotels.