Chef Novels & Stories

But fuck… It was worth it. “Find out The Chef’s base. We are paying him a visit tomorrow.” I barked at Kaito who was still facing the dining room. “Already did. He owns a restaurant in Worthing. Specializes in fish dishes. He became famous after he caught his underboss selling him to his enemies, then chopped him into pieces and cooked him, before serving the said enemies food made out of his flesh. Apparently, that shook the entire underworld.” And I was not even aware of it.

The waiter rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to speak when a loud voice boomed, "CARL!! You better keep that damn mouth quiet before you get what you ain't gonna like." The bulky man tramped slowly in their direction, everybody seemed to get excited the closer he got. Maya had heard all about the heavy-set man. Duncan Ohio, chef and manager of the Ohio Eat n Dine pub. He was the skilled hand behind each meal in the pub and Maya's biggest wish had always been to meet him in person. He didn't have a youtube channel that she could follow, neither was he active on social media so the man was a mystery to everyone.

Fia said before she bowed her head and left the kitchen. I took a deep breath before I checked what's inside the refrigerator. "How long have you all been working under Kyrie?" I asked while checking if the tomatoes were fresh enough. "For three straight years now, Mrs. Menzel." I heard one of them answer so I looked in his direction and found that he's a foreign. "I'm going to cook Chicken Cacciatore, and prepare the ingredients. Now." In just one order, they all move to collect the ingredients that I will need.

It was a lot of space just for me, but it was perfect and I would most certainly grow into it. The kitchen matched the dark theme of his bedroom and bathroom. Full black cabinets, big black walk in fridge that has a year’s supply of food, everything was black and the accessories were gold. Black and gold was the theme in the kitchen. Gold microwave, gold kettle, gold faucets and so on and so forth.

I actually thought he was some employee and I don't see him around because he was a chef or something. "No, no...i'm...I wouldn't want you to think of me as that. I'm sure I'm just a few years older than you. I'm still in college, my second year in college actually" he said. "Woah...you really know how to manage a company sir" I said and he gave me a weird look. "Please don't use that. By the way I'm Axel" he said stretching his hand forth to shake me. "I'm not shaking hands with my boss" I said trying to sound polite.

she asked, and Sam whines. “Not yet—maybe later?” he answered, and his grandmother smells the appetizing food. “That is my favorite fish dish. . . if I can eat that, I will,” there is something inside of his chest that pinches him when hearing those words from her. He gasped, “okay I will eat it,” Sam smiled and ate the dish even he is not into fishes. He doesn’t like the fishy smell and taste of it ever since he is hospitalized with an amoeba.

William replied, amused to see the head of his household member who was waving slightly and reprimanding him. Then he strolled into the house and went straight to the kitchen to prepare the late lunch alone. The house chef automatically doesn't cook because he knows his employer will be traveling abroad for a week. William stirred two eggs with the addition of cheddar cheese, tomatoes and green paprika, then fried them in a Teflon pan. Fortunately, white rice is always available because there are a dozen employees at his house who take care of the gate, front yard, and kitchen. In an instant, he could eat a simple, delicious menu. William took his cell phone a

I started to have a boner again and shivering. “Kaegal Eris Zaldua. That is his name, and I’m his friend Nyla. Thank you and nice to meet you,” Nyla said. “For real. I’m Alejandro Kreed Sanz, the owner of this restaurant,” the owner said. I just give him a smile. “I must go now so you can eat now. You can choose your own dessert if your not satisfied,” he said and winked on me.

He stuck out his hand, and I shook it. "I'm Mason, assistant to the CEO. The chef is already waiting for you. This way please." I followed Mason through the hotel to the back kitchens and into another area I had not yet seen. We stopped short of a door, which read the words 'Leon Knightly, Head Chef.' The aroma was intensifying. I could only imagine what it was like inside. I inhaled and prepared myself as Mason knocked on the door before opening it. Leon's scent wafted through and hit me directly, almost sending me backward.

Lorenzo kissed me on my forehead. Lorenzo had another plan for us today. He drove us to a charming countryside kitchen. We stepped out of the car and walked into the kitchen where a local chef approached us, he appeared to be in his late sixties, his silver hair was neatly combed and his blue eyes framed by wrinkles. He was on a clean white chef's coat with "Chef Benoît'' embroidered on it, black trousers and polished leather shoes. His apron held a tasting spoon and small knife, the scents of herbs and fresh bread surrounded him.