Cook This Novels & Stories

I said while chuckling. Suddenly Aiko's stomach grumbled a little loudly "What I got dragged up out of bed no breakfast and started decorating?!" she defended then an idea popped in my head "What about we make something Halloween-themed for breakfast!" I asked Aiko "Great, please! We're all starving and no one in here is a better cooker than you" I chuckled, "you can search up a recipe, and I'll prepare the things" I said.

Alex heard that and slyly replied, "Yes! I already know what I need to do! " As Mrs. Lauriel just told Mrs. White, the second test that the five of us had to pass was the cooking test. Fortunately for me, I am pretty familiar with cookie making. I think that as long as I try to be a little meticulous, I will be able to pass this ability test.

I stand up from the couch and walk to the kitchen. "What should I cook today? Hmm..... " I mumble to myself. I put my phone on the counter and then open the refrigerator to look up for ingredients. I take out the ingredients and decided to cook a simple meal. I'm going to cook spaghetti and that's the best meal I could think. Before I start to cook, I go upstairs to get my rubber band and tie up my hair into a bun. Messy bun I think. Yeah. After that, I'm ready to cook. I just put on my favorite song, Havana while I'm cooking. I humming and swaying my hips. This song makes my body automatically move into the Rhythm.

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But plz can you tell me where is kitchen even lights also come so fear is go He stand up and take her to the kitchen and go from there Here ishu don't like this kinda of behavior. Even she don't know where the kitchen ingredients bcoz this kitchen is new for her. But she managed she open fridge though to drink some water and she see Maggi packets so she thought to make Maggie So she find switch on the gas. And take pan pour some water break the noodle and add noddle and stir it And Maggie masala packets and yeah Maggie is ready (I don't know why I share recipe)

The vibrant beats and infectious rhythm had always been a reliable source of energy for her, capable of momentarily transporting her to a different state of mind. Seeking solace in the simple act of cooking, Athena decided to prepare a comforting pasta dish for her evening meal. She opened her refrigerator and retrieved the necessary ingredients, carefully selecting the fresh vegetables that would add color and flavor to her creation. As she skillfully diced and chopped the vegetables, her focus shifted from the weight of her responsibilities to the therapeutic nature of the culinary process.

My heart rate quickened as I thought about Les finding out the truth. James: “But I'm sure he'd appreciate a cooked meal. Cook him a Cannoli Siciliani. That's his favorite dish.” Me: “Thank you sooooo much! You're the best!” I quickly googled the recipe for it and went on to grab the ingredients. By the time I got home, it was still late noon, so I opted to set up my new PC and gadgets before scrolling through some jobs and sending.in applications. Once I was done, I sent a text to Les asking when he'd be home and he replied that he was on his way. Excited and nervous, I went into the kitchen to get prepared.

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“What are you making?” He didn't look at her. “We are making,” he corrected. She blinked. “Excuse me?” He finally glanced at her, one brow raised. “Did you forget already? The three of us are cooking together. So it's we, not you.” She groaned. He ignored her and started listing things off. “Grilled chicken. Pasta. Sauce from scratch. And—” “Stop,” Clara said immediately. “Are we expecting a guest?” “No.” He replied.

The house is quiet when I get back. Too quiet. I set my bag down gently by the door and head to the kitchen. I cook like I’m on autopilot — rice, stir-fried vegetables, grilled mackerel. Simple. Familiar. The kind of dinner he likes. The kind of dinner I won’t have to make again. By the time Baekhoon walks in, loosening his tie and tossing his coat over the couch, the table’s already set. He raises an eyebrow. “You’re cooking without being told? What’s the occasion?”