Chef X Chris Novels & Stories

She knocked on the door and soon it was opened by Chris who was in a apron. Rose looked at him surprised. "You are cooking?" She asked as she entered inside. The aroma of the food he prepared answered her question already. "Yes, from a hour." Chris replied with a grin. He hoped she liked the dishes he has prepared. He is passionate about cooking and he loves to cook food for others. "What did you prepared?" Rose asked. "Well, that's a surprise flower." Chris said. Rose pouted her lips. "Tell me." She asked with hope in her eyes.

she replied. They ended up chatting about food from back home. Chris mentioned the meat pies and stews he'd eaten as a child. "Ever since I moved here, I haven't had any truly authentic Janeville food." Seeing the longing on his face, Winter raised an eyebrow. "That's not hard at all. I'll cook for you tonight." Chris looked so excited that he nearly jumped for joy on the spot. He immediately dragged her to the supermarket to buy ingredients. … As she watched Chris devour the food, Winter suddenly thought of the meals she'd had for the past seven years. She cooked for Liam every day.

I saluted jokingly while I got down from the car and headed into the restaurant. Chris sat at the far end of the restaurant, his brown hair covered most part of his face while he focused on something on his phone. He was dressed in a casual black jean and a red top unlike his usual cooperate dressing. Immediately he sighted me his chocolate eyes brightened and a smile covered his fair extremely gorgeous face. He stood up to move a chair for me to sit opposite him and I smiled at his sweet gesture. “So I...” Chris started to say after we had both settled in.

I asked him teasingly as I poured myself a glass of orange juice and sat by the kitchen table, watching Chris battle with the utensils in the cabinet. “Of course. You should count yourself lucky to be tasting my special delicacy.” Chris boasted pointing a frying pan at me. I snickered a little at the way he boasted. “And what’s this special delicacy? Because all I see is pots and pans with zero ingredients.” I remarked. “Ah, Patience is a virtue, my dear, and good things come to those who wait.” Chris said and his very cute smile adorned his face as he put on an apron.

“Aren’t I meeting him right now? Hello, Mr. Green. Please take care of me in the future.” “I wouldn’t call it taking care of you,” said Chris, sizing up Logan. “Making sure you’re full is easy. Don’t you get fed enough in Jeswood?” “Jeswood is a small country. What’s there to eat? Everything’s half-raw. They forced me—a man who never entered the kitchen—to become a chef. And because ingredients weren’t fresh, I often ended up in the hospital. Before returning to Cheria, I made a long list of everything I wanted to eat and planned to try them all one by one.”

Chris stepped through the door, sniffing the air. “Damn, it smells good in here. What did you make?” “Chicken and dumplings,” I replied softly. “Is it enough for me?” I nodded and resumed folding. Chris stared at me while he ate, which made me uneasy. I couldn’t fathom his thoughts or why he seemed determined to find the best way to take me out. Okay, it wasn’t that bad, but my nerves were a jumbled mess, and the worst-case scenario seemed plausible at the moment. Finally, he broke the silence and spoke.

“Fine. One dish. And don’t get in my way.” My heart leapt. “Thank you!” I rolled up my sleeves and began gathering ingredients. Cooking had always been a comfort to me, a way to pour my emotions into something tangible. I chopped vegetables, stirred spices, and hummed under my breath. The scent of garlic and herbs filled the air, and slowly, my nerves settled into calm focus. It wasn’t long before the door creaked open again. “Smells like heaven in here,” Chris’s voice drawled. I turned to see him leaning lazily against the doorframe, his hair tousled, shirt half unbuttoned, looking like he’d just rolled out of bed. His eyes had that mischievous sparkle I’d come to expect.

************** KITCHEN *********** Chris was patiently waiting for me in the kitchen, he had all the ingredients needed for making the cake which surprised me a lot. "How did you know what to get," I ask him as I rummage through the grocery bags. "I searched it up on the internet." He seemed proud of himself, the downside was I did not understand what he was talking about. I took out the ingredients and started making the cake. "You are so good at this." Chris compliments me and I smile at him. It was awkward that my chores at my other pack have become what I am being celebrated for here.

Fifteenth day: "Zuko, planning to move back in with Pammy? Why do I only see you and not my daughter?" On this particular day, Zuko paid another unexpected visit to the Thompsons and ran into Chris. Excited about replicating new dishes from Splendor Hotel, Zuko forgot his differences with the Michelin-star chef and rushed into the kitchen, where he came face-to-face with Chris. Chris was wearing an apron and surrounded by cooking smoke. He widened his eyes at the sight of Zuko. "Zuko, you..." Zuko grabbed another apron and readied himself for the kitchen battle, asking, "What about me?"

What was the man who sat at the apex of Haicheng’s food chain doing in a place filled with grease and steam? She walked toward the light and froze in the doorway. Xavier was standing at the stove, his tall, powerful frame silhouetted against the stainless steel. His long, elegant fingers gripped a chef’s knife with practiced ease, julienning carrots into strips so fine and uniform they looked like art. Chloe was genuinely stunned. The man who could ruin a dynasty with a single phone call... could cook?