Chefe Novels & Stories

A vase of vibrant wildflowers embellishes the center. Just as I’m about to wake my Maddox and Braxton, the kitchen door swings open with a flourish, and in walks a man I’ve met before - a renowned chef, Jacques Dubois. Dressed in his signature white chef's coat, his presence commands attention. His salt-and-pepper hair frames a face etched with years of culinary wisdom, and his sharp eyes survey the kitchen with a discerning gaze.

It contains only water. "Maybe I'll just eat outside," he said, laughing. When Migi was able to put on his jacket, he went to a nearby Carinderia. Aling Marta, the owner of Carinderia, cooked deliciously. Its cooking seems to be just like that of his mother. The cooked food will make people wow when they taste it. "Oh Migi! How are you? " said, with warm greetings from Aling Marta. Aside from the deliciousness of her cooking, he regards her as his second parent.

“I don’t care. Leave.” He rolled his eyes, not moving an inch. “I’m waiting for a friend.” Chef went to retort but paused as he, and everyone in the cafe, watched Zale walk inside. “Morning,” he said, noticing eyes on him. The rest of the cafe went back to their chatter and eating. Chef bowed his head and exhaled, “Alpha-son, a pleasure to have you here.” Admitting defeat against the Rogue, he moved back to the kitchen to continue cooking.

Greta greeted warmly. The pastry chef patted Greta on the shoulder, "You're so cool! you dared to fight chef Lewis when he scolded you! you deserve applause! No one dares to go against chef Lewis when he's angry I will give you a piece of red velvet for breakfast for your achievement!" chirped the pastry chef cheerfully. Greta grimaced, "Why doesn't anyone dare to fight him? I mean he can't always be annoying like this right?" "Because he is the chef and owner of this restaurant, no one wants to lose their job. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Liam, Liam Walker just call me Liam!" he said, holding out his hand to shake Greta's hand warmly.

And I’m still accepting and learning the ways of Werewolves. But then, when I recover my memory, how different is it going to be? “You know, the Alpha has a big appetite,” The Chef continues, unaware of my own spiraling thoughts, “But no matter how many times he eats steak, he never gets tired of it and he always craves it. Even earlier today, he texted me that he wanted his usual steak for dinner, so you are lucky that he wants his favorite dish for today’s menu.” I nodded, taking note.

chef Chu said to me and I flashed him a smile, the man could cook so fucking well and I considered him my OG for that. " Sup Chu, how are you doing?" " I'm great sir" " What's for breakfast?" " Waffles sir," he said with a smile, knowing what I would ask next he added, " and I'll add some chicken" " Oh thank you" " Disgusting" Isabella scoffed, while I just rolled my eyes and rubbed my hands as chef Chu placed my food on the table, ready to devour it but as I took a bite and savored the taste, I suddenly lost my appetite seeing her enter with the businessman who owns the house we are living in.

Finally, I saw Alex Davis - my goal. He wore spotless white clothes and the typical white hat with confidence, so everyone could instantly figure out he was the Chef. His eyes found me at my table and a chill ran through my body, as I knew I messed with this guy for no reason. His salad was divine. “Are you the cook?” I started before they reached the table. “I am The Chef. Alex Davis,” he corrected me, showing me he wasn’t easily scared by power and riches. “May I know what the problem is, miss?”

On the top page of the document was a photo, showing a boy and a girl wearing school uniforms, their faces full of innocence and youth. The girl was Vivienne, but the boy... Ezra's eyebrows slightly furrowed. Asher, the third young master of the Montgo family, had taken over the family's chain of hotels and had opened up several additional revenue streams within a short span of a few years. He was an absolute genius in finance and digital matters, with an extraordinary vision, particularly skilled in futures trading. Ezra never expected that this man would know Vivienne and have known her for many years.

To say the least, this was the most expensive and exotic assortment of dishes Elena had beheld in such a great amount. And her first thought was the epic scene when, during the lunch, Chelsea had ridden them all in a rollercoaster and then dropped them suddenly with the statement: "Can I get the recipe for this dish?" Elena smiled. Chelsea, the wild one. Now that she is pregnant... Well, Elena didn't want to think about that now. She turned to the chief chef who was standing aside, overseeing the activities of the swift. He was a confident, middle aged man, who loved to talk about his artistry.

… Arriving at the restaurant, Chris found his assistant and his team waiting at the entrance. The assistant briefed him, "Mr. Jewell, it's the head chef. He added some additives that induce contractions to several soup bases last night." Chris remained silent, entering the restaurant as his bodyguards secured the entrance. In a private room on the second floor, the restaurant owner and head chef appeared nervous. The owner was in the middle of berating the chef.