Chef Lovers Novels & Stories

A middle-aged chef wearing a spotless white uniform rushed out of the gourmet kitchen, clutching a leather-bound menu to his chest. "Mrs. Smith!" the chef cried out nervously, bowing frantically. "Welcome! I am Executive Chef Francois. Please, what would you like me to prepare for your evening meal? A braised lamb shank? Pan-seared Chilean sea bass? Wagyu tenderloin?" Celine offered a warm, reassuring smile, trying to ease his obvious tension. "Honestly, Chef Francois, whatever you want to make is completely fine with me. I'm not picky."

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 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.

“But I am surprised. Most wealthy men don’t usually cook because they don’t have to. They can hire someone for that.” “True. But I prefer cooking for myself when feasible. The main reason is a chef has eyes and ears and I like my privacy.” “Oh, is that why you don’t’ have a butler either?” “That’s right. But, I do have a cleaning lady who comes in three times a week.” Chelsea nodded. “Try the dish. I can’t wait to hear what you think.” Chelsea picked up a fork and stuck a ravioli. She blew on it since it was piping hot. Then she put it in her mouth. She slowly chewed to get a good taste of it. “Do I taste garlic?”

“She’s efficient, she's educated and I heard she graduated with a high GPA. She's everything you wanted in the next maid.” I waved a hand. “Then call someone better. Call René Redzepi if you must. Or Massimo Bottura. Or Alain Ducasse. If I want food, I’ll have the best chef in the world flown in. Stop whining about a girl.” His mouth twitched, almost a smile. “We have tried, sir. World-renowned chefs don’t bend easily. They cook in their own kingdoms. They do not take orders like staff. We both know this.”

— Try the dish of the day from our chef! - And what is your dish of the day today? - Well, this is a very tasty pasta. According to the original recipe. Our chef studied at the Joseph Beframont School of Culinary Arts, one of the most prestigious educational institutions in the world. — Joseph Beaufrémont. “Yes, Joseph Beaufremont,” she repeated diligently, not for a second taking her openly lustful gaze from his face.

I know she went to culinary school, but I don't believe that she is a very good chef. "We have also tried to find out everything that we could about Heavenly, but they are very secretive, and I do not know why. We do not even know who their head chef is," Celeste says. "I heard their head chef is a master in his craft. I heard he learned from the best," Sean says.

Besides, she wondered, how can he tell just by looking? Xavier’s expression turned even icier. "Then tell me—who did you spend all those years learning to cook for?" The question hit Chloe like a physical slap. The answer was instantaneous and painful: Liam Martin. Every signature dish she had mastered, every secret ingredient she had discovered, was tailored specifically to Liam’s palate. She had spent years perfecting the flavors he loved most, ensuring he would never grow tired of her table.