Chef Novels & Stories

Does his female sl*ve want to help him with making food? The invisible screen appeared, and the system popped out other tasks in succession. [ Notification Prompt: The system had detected the host 18062 enthusiasms for cooking! ] [ Notification Prompt: Chef's Honoring Scumbag System Daily Task Successfully Unlocked! ] [ Daily Tasks Prompt: ○ Breakfast Meal 》 Scumbag Reduced Points : -5 ○ Lunch Meal 》 Scumbag Reduced Points : -5 ○ Dinner Meal 》 Scumbag Reduced Points : -5

Tiny proudly stated. Chef is the best when it comes to cooking top-notch cuisine. He takes his profession seriously. But just like the rest of the members of El Latro, he too has a double life. The chef enjoyed torturing people and squeezing information out of them. He used different techniques to make our captives talk. He loves mutilating people and watching them bleed to death. That's the reason why he is also known as the "butcher." "Nice to finally meet you in person, boss." The chef removes his gloves and extends his hand for a handshake.

I suddenly got annoyed again. "Well, Ella, initially I chose Chef Keaton but he refused for many reasons and finally he offered his friend, Chef Sebastian Monsera, an expert in Italian, French, and Chinese cooking. But if you want to choose Chef Keaton, you have to persuade him, isn't that right, Chef? " I gulped saliva, how could I persuade him, Zee? Ah, if you knew, but wait... why doesn't he want to? If he forgets his memory, it's impossible to refuse, whether it's because he's far from his wife.

"I think you know fully well who sent us Rebecca, oh sorry, let's go by your real name...Amanda." "Tom, slice the tomatoes!" Elena ordered as she walked round the kitchen. She was the head chef of the restaurant, had been for a month and few weeks now. "Kathie, this sauce isn't spicy enough," she said to the redhaired standing over the sauce pan. "But you haven't even tasted it," Kathie said confused. "When you're an expert chef, you don't need to taste the sauce to know that, it's all in the aroma and color," she said not looking back at Kathie as she walked away.

"Hindi ka pa rin makapili?" Audrae looked at him."Ang dami kasi." Aaron immediately cut in."Captain, thirty minutes ka na d'yan..Closing na mamaya." "OA." Audrae rolled her eyes. She looked back at the menu."Hmm...Chicken?,Pasta?, Rice?" Kenji quietly stepped beside her, without even looking at the menu. "Salted egg chicken." Audrae blinked."Ha?" "Naubos mo 'yan last time."He answered casually."Tsaka sabi mo gusto mo 'yung sauce."

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."

Something else must have happened. “You will have to ask her yourself because her record on the site is missing for half of her life.” “A mistery. Perfect. What is the chef’s name?” “Brandon Lookwod.” “Let’s visit this fucker. It’s the perfect time to vent my anger.”

Not in his house, or in his wife’s as a form of revenge, nor in a friend’s for them to deal with the disaster that he would leave. No, the jerk had decided to use the kitchen in my fucking hotel. Trying to scorch not only his body, but also my kitchen and the skin of other people who were nearby. It turns out that the cook left the gas burner past while he inhaled it, and one of the guards who passed by had lit a match to smoke. And there all hell had broken loose. The Sous Chef had ended up with first degree burns and was now in a coma as doctors fought to save his fucking life.

He answered, focusing on the road as he navigated the car. Ava pulled out her phone again, as she typed in his name adding the chef keyword for a more detailed result. But she didn't have to, Conan's face popped up immediately after she hit the search button. It was a picture of him, shirtless with just an apron covering him, along with another where he had on a crisp white chef coat paired with black trousers. She could not deny how devastatingly handsome he was, Ava scrolled down some more and the more she read the more her eyes widened.

She secretly thought about the memories that had previously taken over her mind. "Have I been to this place before?" asked Leah casually. Damien nodded, his hands busy tearing the bread and dipping it in the balsamic vinegar and olive oil. "Yeah, of course, I always take anyone I know to this place because my friend who is the Chef in this restaurant, really has delicious steaks!" raved Damien then stuffed the Foccacia bread into his mouth.