Chowder X Novels & Stories

Two chefs stood directly in front of me and pointed to a refrigerator like military soldiers, "I'm Marta, and this is Jeremy. We’re fully stocked. You don’t need to worry.” "Okay, Marta and Jeremy, let's whip up a batch of fresh New England clam chowder. We need a rich, creamy broth, potatoes cut into squares, onion bits, and diced clams. Of course, we'll remove the bellies then–" Marta put her hand up. "We've got it." “We’ve been studying you,” Jeremy said. Marta elbowed him. “Sorry,” he whispered to her. I tucked my chin in and raised one eyebrow.

“Chao is a dish made from tofu, we add seasoning and soak for two weeks and then eat it. This dish can be made as a hot pot dipping sauce, eaten with vegetables, or with rice. Listening to Eric say Henry happily said that he wanted to help Eric make this dish. “Do you think this can be made by our Village Chief?” When Henry heard that, he stopped working with wood chisels and looked at Eric with a questioning look. “Because ever since we got married, every time we have a difficult time, the Village Chief has always helped us, so I thought I should help the Village Chief.” "You can decide whatever you want, I'll listen to you."

"And let me tell you, they make the best seafood chowder." Without further ado, Alex placed an order for a steaming bowl of chowder. To my surprise, the first spoonful was good. The rich, creamy broth, brimming with succulent seafood, soothed my unsettled stomach, coaxing out an appetite I didn't know I had. "This is delicious," "See?" Alex said, his eyes twinkling with satisfaction. "Just what you needed." We fell into a comfortable conversation, Alex entertaining me with stories of his early days learning the culinary arts under Tony's watchful eye. As I listened, a strange sense of peace settled over me.

Even someone with a heart of stone would be touched by such affection. Joseph pushed the oysters he had ordered toward her and said, "Let's eat together." Chloe declined and pushed the plate away, signaling she had no appetite. Her stomach was aching and she was not in the mood for cold oysters at the moment. Instead, she preferred a warm bowl of soup. Chloe held the bowl of clam chowder and sipped on it. As the warm soup filled her belly, happiness filled her face. A furrow appeared on Joseph's forehead.

He said, smirking at me from over his shoulder. "So, like I was saying..." "It's here!" He dropped a plate of food on the table. I raised my eyebrow at him, inquisitively. "What do I do with this?" I asked, eyeing the food. It didn't look appetizing. "Throw it" He rolled his eyes, leaning his elbow on the island, staring at me. "That's what I was thinking too" I picked the spoon. "What's this exactly?" "You can't tell? It's Clam Chowder" He shook his head in disbelief.

The chowder spilled from the thermos onto the carpet. He did not care. He did not even glance at me. All he cared about was calming Reyna down. … That evening, Xavier came home late. I caught the faint scent of a fragrance that I knew did not belong to me. My eyes were red. "Why were the two of you embracing each other?" "She was in a terrible state of mind," he replied matter-of-factly. "It was a slip." I stared at him in disbelief. "That's it? She was holding you that tightly, and you're telling me it was a slip? Xavier, I spent six hours learning how to make that pot of clam chowder for you, and you didn't even take a sip!"

There was grilled fish, shrimp, butter garlic mussels, and a creamy bowl in front of me. My heart nearly stopped. “New England clam chowder.” I picked up the spoon almost too fast, taking the first bite. And goddess… the rich creamy flavor melted on my tongue. A small hum escaped me involuntarily. “This is so good…” Only after my third spoon did I realize Osiris hadn’t started eating yet. I paused awkwardly, clutching the spoon. “Sorry. I am just famished after the run.” My spoon stirred the soup slowly as embarrassment crept into my face.

"Heh. I can't believe you want to challenge me." Even the best chef is in vain without seasonings. Lana had previously upstaged her, and Kayla had harbored a grudge ever since. In today's competition, she had no intention of letting Lana have an easy time. Even John and Sabrina couldn't hide their sense of doubt upon seeing the bottom of the bowl of chowder. The white chowder blended seamlessly with the white crabmeat, making distinguishing one from the other impossible. There were also some mysterious red specks scattered throughout the chowder. It was unclear what they were.

Thankfully, Cole was spared having to respond to this sudden attack of compliments because Hazel shouted through to tell them food was ready. They always had seafood chowder on Fridays, and it was always served directly from the Crockpot on the stove. Aiden looked so genuinely confused by this behavior that Cole ladled him out a bowl, making sure he got plenty of mussels and prawns, because they were the best bits. They ate it with Hazel’s homemade sourdough, all smooshed around their tiny kitchen table. Cole really hadn’t thought through this “bring your billionaire-not-quite-boyfriend home” plan.

The plates, the soup, and the rice went flying, shattering against the floor in a chaotic mess of porcelain and broth. Chloe stood frozen, the words dying in her throat. Xavier’s face was ghastly in the shadows, his forehead beaded with a cold sweat, his breath coming in jagged, pained hitches. He looked like a man in the middle of a heart attack—or a mental collapse.