Chef Fang Novels & Stories

chef Chu said to me and I flashed him a smile, the man could cook so fucking well and I considered him my OG for that. " Sup Chu, how are you doing?" " I'm great sir" " What's for breakfast?" " Waffles sir," he said with a smile, knowing what I would ask next he added, " and I'll add some chicken" " Oh thank you" " Disgusting" Isabella scoffed, while I just rolled my eyes and rubbed my hands as chef Chu placed my food on the table, ready to devour it but as I took a bite and savored the taste, I suddenly lost my appetite seeing her enter with the businessman who owns the house we are living in.

he said bluntly. I looked at him sharply. Am I also going to cook too? He furrowed his brows giving me his 'Get out' look. I sighed and exits his room. ********** It was dinner time. Felix was already seated in his usual spot waiting to be served. I didn't know why, but I was trembling. I prepared mom's favorite; chickpea spinach and double grilled chicken sandwich. Although the head chef volunteers to help just like Hilda, but I declined, I was his slave so I had to do all he commanded myself.

she replied " i want you to test it' the chef was suprised " you highne?" "i want you to test the food you made before i can eat it" " ok your highness" the chef steped forward and picked a fork, she tested the food and sophia waited for a few minutes, when nothing happened she ordered the chef to leave and started eating

"Georgina, neither did I. I mean, why dream to rule and own the world when no one is supposed to own it? This world and this life that weren't ours, to begin with, these were just borrowed." "You're talking religiously, aren't you? Well, I think he doesn't believe in God, given that his family is good in medicine and Science." I shrug, "Fair point well made." Aside from the pantries of each quarter, there is also the main cuisine of the facility, and that's where we went since we know it is the place where there is a high probability to see the bellboy I was talking about. Entering the main cuisine, we were greeted by the head chef who introduced himself as Chef Aldous Fritzerg, a French che

"Wake up." Instantly, the bustling kitchen froze. The air pressure dropped. This Master Chef, known as 'The Butcher,' was a legend. Even the Head Beta of the kitchens bowed to him. He rarely cooked, only making dishes for the Alpha King himself, spending the rest of his time sleeping in the corner. The large man snapped his eyes open. A jagged scar ran down his face, making him look terrifying—like a demon ready to devour a soul. Faye hid behind Serena, trembling. The Butcher was as scary as ever. The first time eight-year-old Faye saw him, she had burst into tears. The trauma lingered.

My hair was up in a loose bun, my feet bare and tucked under me as I scrolled through Tomas’ encrypted chat updates on my tablet. The door to the kitchen creaked slightly, and the smell of beef-flavored Korean instant ramen wafted through the air. My private chef, a woman trained in French culinary arts who could whip up a truffle soufflé blindfolded, had stared at me blankly when I asked for instant noodles—but like a true professional, he complied. I slurped my noodles with zero elegance, the spicy broth making my nose sweat and my soul sigh. “Finally,” I whispered into the steam, “something real.”

Chelsea can, but barely. “The famous chef,” Matt stops working, looking at me incredulously, as if I’ve grown another head. “He’s the British guy, has a million different cooking shows, constantly screaming…you haven’t seen the memes?” I stare blankly, shaking my head. None of what he says ringing a bell.

Upon closer inspection, the band had two girls' names in cursive drawn all the way around. He had dark ash blond hair, tanned skin and deep brown eyes. His sous chef was a muscular werewolf just a bit shorter than him with dark eyes, dark glossy wavy hair and deep olive skin. He was named Sachin Singh and was from Jaipur, India. He told me he lived near somewhere called Green City. They both had heart-stopping handsome looks but were humble and kind. Of course, I only had eyes for the quadruplets. "Chat?" I asked the head chef, Chef Elsai, doesn't that mean cat in French?"

I wondered why though. We entered the kitchen and I took the tray from Fione and slammed it onto the counter, getting everyone’s attention. A male who appeared to be managing the kitchen stepped forward. “I am the chef, Olaf Grundy. What is your problem, woman?” I locked eyes with the tall, lanky male and ordered Fione to retrieve Terren’s tray immediately. “Excuse me?” Olaf said with an air of annoyance.

Drew facepalmed. "Parce que tu és le seul fantome que je connaisse qui soit un chef (Because you're the only ghost whom I know is a chef)" Calvin replied. “Wrong, Mason is also a chef. Why not ask him to prepare a dish for you?“ “Nope, I'll pass. I like to have my head intact even as a ghost," Calvin pouted "How are you even sure she has all the ingredients needed for preparing a Coq Au Vin Blanc?“