Chef Novels & Stories

Ah, there! Neal felt happy that he found the kitchen himself. Ahem...not himself..but, he took the right directions right? Neal stepped inside the vast kitchen in awe. It was red and white themed with a huge island at the center. Why do they need two fridge? Neal wondered, gaping at the large electronic devices. There was a sliding door of glass on the left side. Neal had a glimpse of the backyard. The whole place was neat and cleaner than Arjun's room. Neal's wandering eyes stopped at the chubby man in blue t-shirt and khaki trousers. He was washing vegetables, back turned towards Neal. It seems like the man didn't acknowledge his presence even after he cleared his throat.

she teased and looked through the fridge. We decided on veggie burritos and quickly got to work. Well, Mom, Jasmine and I got to work while the men just stared at us in wonder. I set the chopping board up and used magic to chop the lettuce, tomatoes, peppers and avocado while Jasmine did the same with the onion. Jasmine also used her magic to shred the cheese while Mom got the rice and beans going and used magic to keep the pots stirred. Jasmine sauteed the onions and I did the same to the peppers.

However, in this situation, the only thing ringing in my head was, Please don't ban us from this restaurant, pretty please. My heart nearly stopped when a short, older man with a quirky hairstyle came out from the back. The pristine white chef's jacket he wore proudly declared his title: JR, owner of the restaurant renowned for its authentic Japanese cuisine. This claim felt almost arrogant, but was undoubtedly justified by the delicious food we had.

"Well, that's it for kimchi. You can found your own combination, Chef." "Thank you, Miss. You are such a great help! But, how about the food from meat? Do you have another suggestion?" "Hmm, I thought that your foods was perfect. You can use the side dishes or a fruit juices to balance it spiciness." "Miss! Thank you! You are indeed an angel! May I have a honor to know your name?" "You are flattering me, Chef. Call me Cecilia. Cecilia Lancia. And you are?" But Adrian's smile fading, "So, you are… You are Duke Lancia's daughter, aren't you?"

She wasn’t sure when she’d become so invested in him, but now she couldn’t deny the comfort she felt in his presence. "Chelsea! Focus up, we need that garnish for Table Seven," her boss, Marie, called out, snapping her back to the present. Chelsea’s cheeks flushed as she hurried to prep the garnish, expertly slicing herbs and arranging them with practiced precision. Despite her momentary distraction, she was a skilled chef—her movements swift and precise, every cut and garnish deliberate. Marie watched her from across the kitchen, a slight frown on her face. Marie was a stern chef, known for her no-nonsense approach, but she had

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?"

“Miss Mira has a certification from a three-star Michelin chef.” Mira chuckles shyly. I roll my eyes. Mrs Ford gasps. "You mean the same chef that taught Alex?” “Yes, ma’am,” Mira replies. “Monsieur Chef Pierre Laurent always said Alex was the best student he ever taught. Alex even got a personal recommendation from him.” I look at Alex and pout. “Wow.” He sees me and lifts his chin proudly. "Oh." Mrs. Ford mutters. She turns to Alex.. “Why have you never cooked for me?”

Celia’s POV It is really hard. Really, really hard trying to cook when you have a horny, caring and possessive husband making you wet for no reason. I cringe when I look for making words for what he is doing to me beneath his shirt I wore. I am making the sauce by mixing gochugaru, oyster sauce, minced garlic, and black pepper together in a small bowl to add it to the pan in which the onions, beef and jalapenos are being cooked. I am making this spicy stir fried noodles, if only he lets me.

West cleared her throat as she walked into the kitchen and saw the chef making dinner as it was almost Seven pm. She was surprised Lincoln haven't arrived home so she had nothing to do than to stroll into the kitchen. "Madam!" The male chef at the kitchen acknowledged her as he hurriedly went to meet her at the door post so she won't come into the kitchen "Madam do you need anything??" He asked and West could tell from his accent that he was British and the way his hair was styled and his Beards were cut,his tone dripping his origin.

"Do you like it?" "Good?" he gawked at her, amazed that she would even doubt her skills. "It's fucking amazing. I can't believe Zach and Carlos had a taste of this before I did." "They had lamb curry," Natalie corrected him as she nibbled at her food. "Same thing," Levi insisted as he dived right back in his plate. "You are not allowed to cook for any man that’s not me ever again!" "Hey, what about Jamie?" "He's the only exception."