Cafe Master Story Recipes Novels & Stories

"Whatever you like Miss Klatt." "Then I think Clive is better. You shall call me Celeste then . Not Miss Klatt or Ms. CK." Celeste ordered. Clive nodded in agreement but cannot utter a word in astonishment to the woman in front of him. "What coffee do you like Clive?" "Thank you Miss Klatt, I mean Celeste. I prefer black coffee with low calorie sweetener, no milk. I like the bitter - sweet taste of coffee." Clive smiled back to Celeste.

Of course he did, I lowered my eyes to my lap so they wouldn’t see the hatred flicker briefly across my face, hatred itself was dangerous, the Mothers said bitterness poisoned a woman’s spirit, but lately I felt poisoned already. Two months ago, the Master summoned me to his private study after evening prayer. I still remembered every detail, the smell of incense, the heavy silence, the guards outside the door and him, Gabriel Vane. The man everyone worshipped like a prophet, he was old enough to be my grandfather, perhaps older, no one actually knew his real age because nobody dared ask questions about the Master, but whispers among the older women claimed he was already in his sixties, his

I couldn’t be more happy. “Gosh! I love my mixed and matched milk tea!” Sheena shrieked as she sipped on from her drink. The café did match its name: Mix and Match Café. We enjoyed the mixing and matching of different ingredients. Mine had a lot of whip cream on the top, sprinkled with chocolate syrup. I really love chocolate, that's why mine has a lot of it. “Should we study bartending in free college?” I laughed at them. “Why don’t you just put up a cafeteria? I'll work for you, two.”

Oh… Perfect time to eat - she thought with her eyes focused on the tray amd not ready to take notice of the lady's appearance. She could tell how delicious the meal would be just with the salivating aroma coming out already. "Master asked me to give this to you" the lady proffered the tray to her as she collected after muttering a low but audible "Thanks" She cared less and ate to her satisfaction and belched loudly after drinking a lot of water. Ugh… Time to do some sight seeing… *

He ask when I am about to open the door already. My heart is beating so fast as I slowly faced him. "Uhm that's a coffee shake, Sir." I answered hesitantly. "I told you not to disturb me. Did you buy this?" He ask calmly and I can't believe it, it thought he will be mad. "I personally made that, Sir." I answered, still nervous. I blink twice as I watched him tried to drink it. He started drinking a lot from it as he slowly nodded. "This is cafe mocha, this is my favorite coffee. How did you make it?" He ask while staring at the coffee bottle I used.

Sighing, she accepted the papers and signed her name on them as she spoke, "Uncle Kling and Aunt Kling, the money that I have lent to you is much less than this cafe that you are leaving me. Whenever you choose to return, this place will be there for you. Your child will be waiting." Hearing this, the sadness and weariness on their faces seemed to recede a little and Aunt Kling placed a yellow envelope on the table. "If you are going to continue running the cafe, you are going to need the secret recipe for our signature 'Bean Cake'. It is here. Keep it well." And then with a comforting smile, the couple slowly walked out of the cafe.

“Yessir! We got this week’s special, the Nutty Gritty. A mix of dark choco and milky haggelnut with caramel and whipped cream on top. Would you like that?” “Sure.” “Would you like a small, medium, or large?” “Just medium. And also one mac & cheese.” Matthew’s eyes were at the menu above. “Right. Yo, Izz! Mac & cheese!” Shim Boon shouted to the back. “Got it!” Izz replied from the kitchen. “Medium Nutty Gritty comin right up!” Shim Boon proceeded to make Matthew’s order. While Shim Boon was busy, Matthew looked around the cafe. It seemed like there’s not many people here. Maybe it’s just not rush hour yet. While looking around, Matthew spotted Bran.

After that everyone was scared of serving the master,no one agreed to go near him,the maids would argue on who would serve the master next no one wanted to get punished, but they admired him and even wished to be his mistress but the master never showed any interest,Ma Nora served the master herself sometimes and she got fed up with it and decided to take action. A roaster was written by Ma Nora of how to serve the master,the maids disagreed with it but they couldn't change it since she is the boss so they went along with it carefully and no one fell victim of any punishment,I still haven't finished my training so I wasn't included yet and I was glad,I didn't want to get on the masters nerve

Slowly at first, then with growing eagerness, he ate again, and again. Cooker and Manang watched in stunned silence as their Master continued eating until the plate was empty. His gaze shifted to the cup of coffee. Normally, he detested anything but pure black, yet he lifted it without hesitation and drank. The warmth lingered, balanced by the subtle creaminess she had added. He closed his eyes as if savoring it. “Was this all her doing?” he asked, setting the cup down. “Yes, Master,” Cooker replied quickly. “She only used the ingredients already in your kitchen.”

Their journey is very interesting and it caught my attention and hope. I smiled and sipped on my coffee. "It seems like you like the cookie, cute lady," The Master extolled, I confidently looked back at him, not minding if he will recognize me because no, he won't. "Yes I am, Master Ruan, the cookie tastes perfect, especially the way the wine blended with the cookie gives it a more distinct taste," I replied. Everyone stared at me, I fixed my eyeglass and sipped my coffee again.