Chef X Chris Novels & Stories

Not my cup of tea. I walk towards the door again. Just as I am about holding the door knob, the door swings open, almost causing me to trip. “Oh dear, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you coming.” Chef Chris apologize politely. He is a fair skinned, average height man. His hair is cut very low at the sides and carved neatly and his face has no trace of hair on it. His wearing a black polo with Greg institute written at the back and left breast of the shirt on a pair of black trouser. He smiled warmly at me, but it didn't do justice to the frustration hidden in his eyes.

She was pregnant. "Aww. Still, not every man would cook for their wife. You're such a nice husband, and I pray to meet a kind man like you in the future," I praised Chris, and he smirked and replied, "You will. Just have faith in God." Chris finished setting up dinner like he was a waiter, and he was very fast with it. His movements were elegant and not clumsy, like he hadn't done something like this before. "You are such a pro, and you didn't even make a mistake," I said, and Maureen continued to smile.

Ellen asked curiously, wondering how Leo had found such a restaurant far away from the main town. Leo had a smile on his face as he answered, “I met Chris as a chef back in Manhattan before he moved to start his own thing.” “Oh, really. That sounds like it's been years already,” Ellen replied. “I come here every time I come to LA. Kind of our way of keeping in touch over the years. Not to mention that I absolutely love his cooking,” Leo replied with a grin. “Hmmn, that’s an interesting connection you have there.” Ellen replied as Jane came back with their order.

“Please tell me this is the call where you fake my death and fly me to an island with no screaming chefs.” Her soft laugh crackled through the speaker. “You sound terrible.” “I feel worse.” She paused. “Tell me what’s going on.” “It’s my head chef. Conrad Wells. I swear he’s on a mission to destroy me. Not my grades. Me.” I exhaled. “It’s not kitchen stress. It’s something deeper. I can feel it. The way he looks at me… like I’m not a student to him, just a reminder of someone he hates..”

"Welcome, Mr. Henderson! Please, come on in." He led his massive entourage inside, and all of them took their seats, filling all 12 round tables. The grand hall instantly came alive with a warm, bustling energy fueled by laughter and lively chatter. After Dad and I finished attending to the guests, we turned around and headed into the kitchen. Flames erupted from the stoves, and the heat from the pans filled the air. With masterfully swift strokes, Dad filleted the wild yellow croakers. His knife work was flawlessly precise; the fish slices came out paper-thin yet held together beautifully without a single tear.

“Not just cooking, but also cooking for others. There’s something so…giving about feeding other people. You know? Giving them something that they need. It’s amazing, really, if you stop and think about it.” Chris nodded. “So when I was a kid, I was always at the restaurant after school, and I learned how to run the business side of things. I got to help Dad and the other chefs in the kitchen, and I just went from there.” She traced the muscles in Chris’ chest. “Over time, I developed my own style of cooking, and it’s pretty far removed from traditional Polish, mostly. The one aspect I’ve really kept of it is in the desserts that I make.”

He wanted chocolate and he said no… He sat up, forearms on his knees as his mate walked back in, a few squares of the milky cocoa goodness the chef had brought round the day before. “Alright?” “Yeah, I’m going to go have a shower.” Chris stood, he was going to go run a bath. Jaxson shrugged, plonking back down on the cushions. So Chris left the room, muttering to himself, “And my hair’s black… and the carpet is purple… and the sky is maroon!” He cackled in triumph, turning on his heel to run back to Jaxson. “I can lie!”

Chris walked in, holding a case of beer and a bag of food. It took everything ounce of control I had to just shake his hand and not just snap his neck. Claude seemed to be expecting it was well, he was watching out interaction tensely. Behind him, Harrison, his beta waved. “This place is pretty cool though. If you like the cabin-in-the-woods vibe.” I smiled. “It gives me something to do on my off days.” Chris shook his head. “Shaving, doing construction, taking days off? Who are you and what have you done with my friend?”

Mia teases him back. “Oh, I’d love to know what the other options are.” “I won’t tell you.” Mia giggles. Chris shakes his head with a smile. He had never felt so relaxed and happy around a woman. He dated women, had sex with them and spent money on them, but nothing more. “So what are we having tonight?” The smell in the dining room makes Mia even hungrier. “I hope I won’t disappoint you. Just a simple dinner with ​​spaghetti and salad.” Since they have been together, Chris is always the one who prepares food and feeds them. Mia has to admit that he is a great cook. He was raised well. A man who has money and who can also cook.

He looked at Agatha and Calista in turn. Agatha and Calista exchanged glances, then nodded together. "It's so good! Are you used to cooking by yourself?" Chris smiled widely when he heard that. "Thankfully. It's not that often, but I've cooked for myself a few times when I wanted something to eat." Agatha nodded in understanding. Then the three of them continued their breakfast. Until a few minutes later, the plate that was originally full, was now empty again.