Chef Lovers Novels & Stories

Although he spoke quite softly, his words still managed to reach her ears. She chuckled discreetly and thought to herself, "Such a fast learner! He obviously likes it... then why must he be so stingy with his words??..." Meanwhile, Javier Zhong has already savoured every last drop of the soup. To be honest, this is the best soup he has ever drunk, just that he is not good at expressing his feelings to her. The flavour... and its' consistency... It is nothing short of perfection! In fact, Javier Zhong is known to be very fussy about the food that he eats. Many of the Michelin-starred chefs that he has hired back home could not even meet his high standards!

Elise, swirling her glass of champagne, rested her chin on her hand and motioned for Lena to look over. "If Alaric isn’t your type, no worries," she said slyly. "But what about my chef? He graduated top of his class from Le Cordon Bleu in Paris and has worked as head chef in multiple Michelin-starred restaurants—all that, plus he’s young, good-looking, and muscular..." Lena glanced at her, amused. "If he’s so great, why don’t you go for him?" Feigning an epiphany, she added, "Oh, wait... don’t tell me you’re still in touch with that guy from last time?"

Others still looked skeptical. "I know some of you are wondering if I'm qualified for this position," I said bluntly. "If I'm just here because my last name is Ashford. So let me be clear. I spent seven years giving up my career for a marriage that was destroying me. I clawed my way back to this industry. I earned a feature in Culinary Masters at twenty-four. I trained under Chef Henri Morrison, one of the greatest chefs of our generation. And I just successfully executed a ten-course gala for three hundred guests that received standing ovations." I looked at each of them in turn.

I was invisible here, just like an obstacle in their little private world. "So, you're the one from the McAllister mansion?" The sudden booming voice nearly made me jump. I turned to see a familiar looking tall, burly and imposing man. I know this face as it was all over TV when I was in Paris– Chef Beau, the French Michelin star chef who has won the award so many times! Of course, who else deserves to be the head chef in the best hotel in the USA if not the best chef in the world?! And now I’ll get to learn from him, yay!!

"N-no! That's impossible! She stole my recipe! She just added random ingredients to—" "Those 'random' ingredients," Chef Laurent interrupted, his voice as sharp as a filet knife, "are what separate a chef from a technician. You made a technically perfect Crème Brûlée, Chef Armand. But Miss Evans made a living Crème Brûlée." Hendrik stood up.

Avery's POV “It's ready but we still haven't decided on what toppings to use,” one of the chefs said, now from what I discovered from my little time in the Kitchen, one of the requirements to be a chef and work in the kitchen was to also be a baker, you weren't required to do it all the time especially if you didn't come to bake but it was for times like this I suppose. “What can we use?” I asked in a panic, our time was running out and we needed to deliver on time.

I say to Christopher when the room remains silent. "Ah, hello. Oh, Mr D'Amico, Mr Rossi. Good afternoon." The chef says as he walks in, demolishing the tension in the air. "Hi, I'm Elizabeth D'Amico, his wife in three days." "Magnifique." I flinch at the thick French accent. Why would an Italian hire a French chef? Don’t they favour their own cuisine? "I am Étienne Philippe, the second chef; what is it that you want me to make?"

the chef said while praising West in between. West smiled a bit "You don't have to worry about me! I'm a chef at LH culinary so I can handle kitchen knives! Not too worry,I can do this!" The chef suddenly found himself in a tight corner as he had nothing to say "The master won't appreciate this idea and if he gets to know about this,we chefs,we will all be doomed!" He said with a slight bow and west sighed not wanting to give them a hard time. She knew she hadn't spent up to two days in this house so she didn't want to cause any discomfort to the workers around the vicinity but she seriously needed to make one of the recipes they created at the office,at home.

I have a Sous Chef, two Partie Chefse, a Sausier Chef, a Chef Potager, a Entremettier Chef, a Boucher Chef, a Poissonnier Chef and two Tournant Chef. As the doors open and diners begin to settle at their tables, I take a careful look at my surroundings, yearning with all my might for Harper to come through the front door at any moment. The truth is that my life is not a fairy tale, much less a novel written by Jane Austen. Apparently happy endings are not available to me. Rather, it looks like a horror novel written by Guillermo del Toro. I feel like shit, but I smile broadly at the diners asking to see me to congratulate me.

She only wanted to learn simple dishes, not fancy ones with costly ingredients. "Chef, could you teach me some simple dishes? Preferably ones that James likes to eat and are easy to make." The chef was visibly troubled by her request. He was an internationally renowned chef who had won multiple world championships. He had even cooked for national leaders on numerous occasions. So, having to teach Summer simple dishes seemed quite humiliating and beneath him. While he was hesitant, another shorter chef stepped forth and said, "Madam, Mr. Quigley also likes to eat simple dishes. I recall that he enjoys pork ribs. Why don't you give it a try?"