Chef Lovers Novels & Stories

I said and congratulated them. Most of these chefs are new, and I don't recognize any of them. I'll get to know them once I finally have free time. You see, I'm a very busy man. My life only revolves around my family, my work, my pack... And sometimes with women. Just sometimes. "Thank you, sir. By the way, Ms. Harper isn't here yet. She's the one who actually made the recipe for the new product," one of the chefs exclaimed. I just nodded my head.

Zee said that the chefs taking part in the competition were chefs from London and Russia. "These two chefs are very handsome and still young. If our husband saw them he would be humbled," She said and her assistant came in and said, "Mrs. Anderson, the two chefs have arrived, can they come in?" "Yes, please.* "Mrs Anderson?" I mocked her because her husband was more possessive than Louis. She rolled her pitch-black eyes as she said, "Yes, Jamie always tells me to introduce myself by his name. Whereas only he has the right to call me my name, he's crazy, isn't he?"

Chef beamed when he saw me walk in and made a huge fuss about my outfit. “You’ve moved up in the world, Cheri!” He exclaimed, and I smiled at the dear man. He wasn’t French at all, but Eli’s father sent the man to France for some cooking courses and now Chef imagined himself to be French! I softly explained what happened upstairs and he gasped. “But Cheri! They should have told me you were here for lunch! I would have prepared your favourite meal!” He exclaimed, and I could see Eli trying to look the other way as if it wasn’t his fault.

Day< The following day, I wake up and discover Marcus in the manor kitchen, cooking. “Wow. You play the piano and you cook.” “I´ve yet to hire staff for this property, so you´re going to have to endure my culinary skills.” “Don´t tell me, Wolfang Puck taught you how to cook?” “Georges Auguste Escoffier.” “Who´s that? One of the Iron Chefs?” Marcus chuckles. “He´s only revered by the French as roi des cuisiniers et cuisinier des rois.” And he speaks French.

He smiled at me and pointed on the tiny kitchen island where the ingredients are already awaiting for him. “Beef Bourguignon and Quiche. I hope you’d like them.” “Oh, I will for sure! Go ahead and do your thing, Chef Lee. Or you need some hand?” “Not at all! Just sit back here and relax.” Since it was an open home, I could perfectly see from the living room the way Lee is moving expertly in his kitchen. He was wearing a black apron while standing in front of the stove and mixing something in a white casserole.

She was planning to start taking online cooking classes hosted by the most popular chef in Singapore named chef Grant White. Stella had always admired him right from when she was a little girl, she admired him even more because her father had always wanted to be a good chef like him, each times his popular TV show called G-Chef House comes on, her dad would always watch and she will follow him to watch you, the only person that didn't care was little Jace who was always following his mom about in the kitchen.

The smell of Rafael's cooking was so delicious, it made her stomach churn again with hunger. "This dinner is more suitable to be called breakfast," joked Rafael. He walked over and placed a plate of steak with sauce and vegetables neatly arranged. “I hope you like this food, Cheryl.” He said with a smile. Cheryl nodded slowly, then started reaching out to cut her steak. Cheryl's eyes immediately narrowed with a look of surprise as soon as her tongue touched the soft meat covered in Rafael's black pepper sauce. Too delicious. Rafael's cooking was perfect. "Are you a chef?" Cheryl asked spontaneously.

She then starts her story-telling. After hearing their story, the two elders looks not so pleased. They even glared at her for a moment. But nonetheless, they never say a word. Chad, who feels the awkward scene with their parents, suddenly called the waiter to start their dinner. Alexandrea, and Sam excuse themselves and gone to the restroom for a moment. The food already being served before they came back. "I heard that this Hotel hires the finest French chef in the world. His recipes are the most sought-after cuisines ever." Todd's mom commented while looking at the food on their plates.

Chocolate pastries with powdered sugar dusted like cocaine on crystal. The chef stood at the head of the table like he was about to deliver a sermon. Mid-forties. Thin. French. His white jacket was buttoned up too tight, and the sweat on his forehead glistened under the overhead chandelier. His hands trembled as he held a long silver fork. His accent rolled off his tongue like silk, but his voice cracked on the hard sounds. “Poêlées de crevettes sauvages dans une réduction de vin blanc,” he said, eyes darting toward Vittorio. “Served with mousse de truffes sur pain brûlé… and… uh… fraises glacées au miel noir…”

She would be the perfect fling for him, at least father is less grumpy and it was easier to talk to him these days. "I guess I am emotionally picky. Where are you headed? Let me escort you," She giggled again before telling me she was looking for some cheese kind of dessert. "Tell me, your human chef, is he in any way related to Lucius's cause that brother of yours has the perfect chef with an ah-maziiing talent for every kind of cheese dish I could only dream of." My smile grew just a little bit wider, her random words were really out of the blue and I patted her hand that rest on the crook of my arm and told her about our human chefs at the den.