Chef Fang Novels & Stories

"I can make any food you like if you want. Don't get sick just to taste my cooking, ok?" "Or I can cook for you." Madam Fang pretended to suggest. "No/ No!" Daughter and father spoke at the same time. She was just kidding. She knew how bad her cooking skill was, but seeing how fast they react make her lost for words. "I mean...how can I make my wife stay in the kitchen. You just have to sit comfortably waiting for me to cook for you." Mr. Fang tried to redeem himself. "Hmph. At least try to not deny so fast next time."

However, she didn't want to admit it. Looking at her seriously, Carol said, "She's really not coming." Kayla didn't even ask why Lana gave up halfway and was not coming in for the competition. She just happily clapped. "That's amazing. Today's competition is important to me. The Michelin chef Franklin Cage would be here today. "I heard he will take in the champion today as his apprentice. It's his first apprentice from Zanteles. You could imagine this person's power in the culinary world." Franklin Cage, Fleinesee, an expert in romantic Fleinesee dishes. He had valued and promoted Fleinesee dishes ever since he was young.

Hmph, this foxy woman. "Oh my, the pixel of this phone is really good! Hehehe..." Charlie suddenly poked his head out from behind Maddy, startling her so much that she almost threw the phone to the ceiling. "Charlie! You scared me... What are you doing?" Maddy quickly turned off the camera and hid the phone behind her, praying incessantly that he hadn't seen what she had done or said. Charlie is well-versed in the cuisines of various countries and cooks well. He received grace from John Astor when he was young and has been following him ever since, becoming the Astor family's chef and now cooking for Frost, the heir to the Astor family.

Susan was the one who had the opportunity to be the waitress of the two as she ravaged between the foods in the fridge. “I can smell fries! I’ll take those,” Stephany said. “It’s a weird style of fries. It looks like the style of those Coastal people. Are you sure you will eat it?’ Susan informed. ‘Chef Ali!’ Stephany guessed the chef behind the wonders. “Yeah. I lived on the coast, remember. Or all of you know nothing about me?” Stephany asked.

Tang Tang said, clapping her hands happily. Zhang Dafu was a little upset. This was belittling his cooking. "Doctor Qin, your medical skill is masterful, but you are not a cook. Your cooking is not as good as mine." He was in a position to be proud. His grandfather was the imperial chef of the former dynasty, and his father had made a state banquet for the senior officials of China. He himself was a top chef well-known in Jiangnan City, and the Lin family spent a lot of money to employ him as their cook.

But she couldn’t explain it away, not when she looked at his mouth from which two teeth were protruding now. No, not teeth. Fangs! Pointy, sharp fangs like those of an animal. Like a Sabertooth tiger. She couldn’t think it, no, because to think it made it real. It couldn’t be real. It didn’t exist. He didn’t exist, not like that.

Right at that moment, someone in the crowd suddenly pointed at me. "Hold on, I know you! Aren't you the head chef who used to run the kitchen at that scandal-ridden restaurant down the street? I'm a regular there. I know you were the one running the kitchen back then!" The moment those words fell, the surrounding crowd erupted into a loud buzz. "Are you serious?" "Are you talking about the one behind today's massive food poisoning outbreak? So, their chef left and started his own venture?"

My brows shoot up in shock, watching him like he’s on the other side of a screen and not right in front of me. Why did he do that? On cue, a tall, white man with blond hair, wearing a full chef’s outfit with the hat, emerges from the kitchen. There’s a bright smile on his face that falters for a second as his eyes fall on me, then they widen and instantly shift to Marciano who is watching him with a scowl. “Good evening, I’m Chris Moreno, but you can call me Chef M, and I’ll be feeding you both tonight,” the man introduces with a slight accent and a lisp.

What was the man who sat at the apex of Haicheng’s food chain doing in a place filled with grease and steam? She walked toward the light and froze in the doorway. Xavier was standing at the stove, his tall, powerful frame silhouetted against the stainless steel. His long, elegant fingers gripped a chef’s knife with practiced ease, julienning carrots into strips so fine and uniform they looked like art. Chloe was genuinely stunned. The man who could ruin a dynasty with a single phone call... could cook?