Cafe Master Story Recipes 소설 & 이야기

I have to leave after him but reach before him, in office and home. Ding dong... I opened the door. "Slave, I want a coffee. Quick!" he said coming inside. I nodded and went to the kitchen. I sighed and quickly made coffee for him. "Master, here's your coffee." I said keeping the coffee mug on the table. He lifts up the coffee mug and took a sip. "For dinner, I want to eat lasagne." he said. What?? I looked at him shocked. "Master, I don't know how to cook that many dishes. I only know a handful of easy dishes."I said.

I looked over there and saw that it was the master. His eyes looked like they had just woken up before observing what they were doing, “I know it’s your day off, but could you make me one too?” I was stunned because the master seemed too polite this morning, probably because he had just woken up as I nodded. “Of course, master,” I beamed as I started prepping the ingredients to make him some egg benedict and the coffee flavor suitable for him today. It didn’t take me long to finish before serving it to him, “There you go, master, you can taste the food, but before anything else, drink one glass of water,” suggested.

Sarkastikong ngiti ko sa kanya. "So? Tuturuan pa ba kita?" "Oo naman. Ready na ko." "Gusto ko, every time na magkakape ako ay magkakape ka rin." "Bakit naman? Paano kung ayaw ko?" "Basta. Dapat kapag magpapatimpla ako ng kape sa'yo ay meron ka din iinumin." "Okay. You're the boss. So, how’d you like your coffee?" "One heaping teaspoon of coffee." Sinasabi niya habang ginagawa niya. “ Half teaspoon of sugar and a leveled spoon of creamer.”

"What am I going to do?" “I tried to make tea before, but I couldn't get your mixture. What I want to happen at your job, you stay in this cafe. You will only serve exclusively the tea you are going to make for me and my sister. Deal? If you agree with me, the money will be yours." "Until when?" "Forever. Or should I say, until you eventually die?" Master Kai grins at her devilishly. “You are really out of your mind. Give me the reason why I am right here in front of you. The money! The money you offered Grandma in exchange for the cafe. I am not interested in your offer. Now, could you just give me the money?"

The sound of glass bowls all shattered, and everything on the table fell scattered with just one movement pulling the tablecloth. All the chefs and waiters were surprised, usually, the Young Master did not matter if the menu served was all seafood. Meanwhile, Roy just sighed. "Huh, what a moment, damn it!" Roy thought. "You want to kill my wife!!! Why are all the menus seafood? You're all stupid," growled Deffin. Suddenly everyone apologized and they quickly cleaned up the mess in the dining room, the chefs immediately cooked another menu. "I just don't like seafood, but I won't get poisoned if I eat it let alone die. This young master is not only horrible but also weird. But, how did he kno

Her surprised-filled gaze turned blank once again when her grey eyes met with the shiny blue ones. “Fiore, what are you doing here?” He said placing his large palms on the edge of the counter beside her body trapping her between the slab and him. He leaned his face down to her level as he stared right in her blank ones. Rose internally gulped seeing the man in nothing but a towel around his waist. Even his hairs were wet. He looked like he just had taken a shower. “I was washing dishes, Master.” Rafael breathed out as he bit his lower lip. The word master seems so damn addicting from her lips. He wanted to hear her calling him master again and again.

“There’s a café six blocks away. They know my order.” I sighed reaching for my notebook to write the order down, but she held up a hand. “Don’t write it down,” she snapped. “Your smart. You’ll remember it.” She smiled venomously and began calling out the order. “Large soy milk latte. Two shots of espresso. One pump of sugar-free vanilla. No foam. Light cinnamon on top. Exactly 168 degrees. And tell them to stir it counter-clockwise—last time they didn’t and it ruined my whole morning.”

He had not arrived yet. I could not afford to mess this up on my first day. I could not afford to be late with his coffee. The tablet had instructions. Everything was laid out clearly. Morning coffee at exactly 8:35 AM. I stood up and I walked to the private cafe on the same floor. It was beautiful, all dark wood and marble counters and gleaming machines that looked like they cost more than my entire apartment. I followed the instructions on the tablet, measuring the grounds and pouring the water and watching the dark liquid drip into the carafe.

There wasn’t a need to make it more bitter with coffee. On the other hand, the second set of memories belonging to Zen Taro argued with his usual preference as a chef. The third young master of the Taro family liked his coffee thick with only one sugar. In fact, there was a particular coffee that the teen enjoyed in-game when he played a coffee-making game. Cold-brew was the new trend, and that coffee contained no sugar.

Soon, I found that these heavenly being did not like to be challenged in the least for he was up and about heading for the kitchen as if he was familiar with the rooms. Tip toeing, I peeked in going into shock of how quickly he found the necessary from within the array of cupboards. When the episode of Masterchef ended, I realized he had made coffee for two. Pouring it in twinning mugs, he handed one over waiting patiently for my response. He wouldn't have slipped poison in it, would he. I breathed in its unique smell, almost uncertain whether he had used the same coffee beans. As the liquid went down my throat, I groaned at the delicious taste, I savoured each sip almost feeling dejected wh