Chef Lovers Novels & Stories

"This is really good! I've not had a meal like this in forever?" Beatrice smiled, pride shining on her face. "My daughter-in-law and her sisters are the culinary wizards behind this dish. They make the best meal." Ryder's eyes lit up. "Oh, wow! They're all great chefs!" Sophia chuckled, shaking her head. "Well, technically, we're all just good cooks, but I think we make it work, Daphne is the pro chef."

Roseline's POV… The list of the top chefs who would be participating in the cookathon was finally out. The big white paper hung on the wall of the kitchen, chefs gathered round checking to see the chosen ones who would be lucky enough to participate in this year's cookathon. I stared at my name, printed in black ink on the board, I was number two on the list. The top person was Fernando Rease. He won chef of the year at face of the kitchen last year, he is also one of the best chefs I know.

A middle-aged man dressed in a pristine white chef's uniform welcomed them with a warm, theatrical smile. ​"Bonjour, Mr. and Mrs. Harrington! It is an absolute honor to instruct such a perfectly matched pair of newlyweds!" Chef Pierre exclaimed with a thick, melodic French accent. "Today, we shall be preparing a traditional Beef Bourguignon. The absolute secret to this dish is love and physical, intimate cooperation between husband and wife!" ​Liam swallowed hard, casting a fleeting glance toward Chloe. She stood rigidly in the corner beside Albert, her fingers burying into the straps of Elena’s heavy bag, her face crimson with a volcanic rage that was on the absolute verge of detonating.

For a second she was confounded by where his comments came from but then she realised what he meant. The Light. For many years, Beatrice had found her mind slipping into a quasi-daydream in which she would consult with her five favourite celebrity chefs. She called it her Culinary Council, headed by her all-time favourite chef, Jamie Oliver. With Jamie were Raymond Blanc, Gary Rhodes, Mario Batali, and Gordon Ramsay. Their counsel was sought in times of confusion, of despair and, in her mind’s eye, she would have discussions and find resolution, often acting upon the decisions that were made in those few seconds.

Nicely done! Anthony’s eyes twinkled with mirth and love. This was indeed his woman. He said to Luke, “Ask Mr. Mozart to personally prepare a portion of blue cheese.” Waverly’s face stiffened. Mozart was the main chef of a Michelin restaurant and was then hired to become Anthony’s chef. He prepared with the finest ingredients, and just because of Charmine, Anthony would make Mozart prepare the cheap, stinky blue cheese? How...painfully triggering! At the Divine Bird’s construction site...

he says, holding the letter up like it’s some sort of artifact. The ripple is instant. Heads turn, whispers spread, and the massive kitchen atmosphere changes entirely. One of the chefs—a woman with silver hair, actually gasps with her hand over her mouth. “You worked for him?” she asks, looking at me like I’ve just claimed to know a unicorn personally. “Who?” I glance at Winona, who looks just as confused as I feel. Chef Valois returns, his demeanor entirely different. “You worked under Henrik LaSalle?” I blink. “Uh, I worked for Chef Thierry. Who’s Henrik LaSalle?”

’ I even heard once he had a Michelin-starred chef friend he often invited on days he was craving food of outstanding culinary skill prepared with high-quality ingredients. “I do. But none of those options prepare food that tastes like my mother’s cooking.” He suddenly said and I realized I had asked the question out loud. My eyes widened but he ignored my expression and continued speaking. “You managed to with that singular dish and now I want more. So, what do you say? Are you interested?” I shifted uncomfortably on the sofa, not expecting this turn of events at all. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Castelli, but I don’t think I—”

Though his ears were pretty active during the entire conversation, he decided not to be the part of it. Maybe his arrogance was stopping him. "That's me!" Joshua nodded with no surprise maintaining the same hospitality like the start. The name Joshua Ravero was included in the top charts of the most efficient chefs in the Europe currently, highly demanded was his talent for his unique choose and remix of ingredients. Not only he had been on many mentions for serving the queen and the royal family but also he was famous for inventing news dishes out of old. Serena was indeed surprised to get to know him like this, never she wondered the very mysterious man who cooked her dinner tonight to be

I chewed slowly at first, savoring it—then faster, unable to help myself. “It’s perfect,” I murmured. “I know,” he replied, his tone calm, almost amused. I swallowed, glancing at him. “How do you know that when you haven’t even tasted it?” “I know the chef,” he said smoothly. “One of the best in the world. He wouldn’t dare serve me rubbish… unless he wants to leave me no choice but to cut his dick off.”

Executive Chef Mike is a 3-star Michelin chef, one of the best chefs working in Caleb's father's 3-star Michelin restaurants, and one of the 10 best chefs in the world. It is said that the man is always extremely busy and that people have to wait a year or two to get an appointment. Money isn't a concern for Chef Mike, and he was famously known for bowing to no one regardless of the person's position—even the president isn't exempted—so it was quite surprising when Hayden discovered that the said man was in his mansion. He never knew his friends would go that far! Besides, he didn't know anything about it.