Novel & Cerita Cooking Companions Characters

She took some time as she was trying to locate the onion dip, and by the time she was back, they were already discussing like long-lost friends. "Well hello. I see you girls are catching up." Mary said as she placed the tray crackers on the table. "Well, it turns out that Helena was my spirit partner. We are alike in a lot of ways." Mary shrugged. Well, that was easy. "Alright, you girls have fun." She said as she went to the kitchen to bring the rest of the snack. They were laughing hysterically by the time Mary got there, and she set the rest of the dishes on the table.

Rising to her feet, she said, "Little chef, I am very pleased with your skill. Since you claim not to know him, I will believe you. "Guards, take this insolent wretch away and beat him to death." The moment her words fell, two armored guards entered from outside. I steadied myself and spoke before the queen could leave. "Your Majesty, may I handle this person instead? My family's culinary craft is never shared. Perhaps he has stolen my techniques from somewhere." The queen nodded, granting permission. After everyone else had left, the accountant grabbed my hand. "Adrian, I never thought you'd save me. Teach me your cooking secrets. I'll become your apprentice, serve you—let's survive togethe

“I mean, I’ve never used an oven. But I’m sure I could figure it out.” I let out a short laugh. That answer says enough. “I only started cooking a couple of years ago,” I say. “I can handle the basics. Holly and Lee do most of the baking here. They’re usually up early. You’ll meet them soon.” She raises an eyebrow slightly. “Are they also Zara’s mates?” I shake my head. “No. They’re mates to each other. Still part of the pack.” Naomi stands up then. The movement is quiet but firm.

Later in the day, after Emma had woken up, Anderson and I moved around each other carefully in the kitchen, like two wolves from rival territories forced into the same space. And yet… somehow, we worked together. The kitchen was filled with warmth and scent, herbs, meat, smoke, butter, all blending into a rich and comforting aroma. My wolf perked up despite itself, drawn to the food. I wasn’t much of a cook, so I stayed in the role that felt safer, assisting. Washing vegetables, chopping, keeping an eye on everything. Before Anderson even spoke, I’d already guessed what he needed, passing ingredients, adjusting the flame, clearing space.

“I had to escape from Florence. You know how clingy she is. If I hadn’t thrown a tantrum and run out, you wouldn’t get to see me tonight.” A sharp, stabbing pain tore through my chest so badly that I could barely breathe. I watched my mate-to-be and my dearest sister kiss right in front of me. Dylan ruffled her hair indulgently. “Smart girl.”

So this moody asshole could talk softly like this. “Oh dear, where is she?” I peeked from Carlo’s back and I spotted three other girls beside Cosima in the kitchen. Cosima walked to me smiling brightly and enveloped me in a bear hug. I pulled back immediately, this felt weird. I haven’t been hugged in a long time. “Oh, what a little beauty you are.” She beamed. I smiled awkwardly when she turned me to the other girls. “This is Bruna, the head cook.” She huffed and turned away. What the hell was wrong with her?

Andromeda cheered up on the boys as the girls followed them. They are wearing a sleeveless shirt and a white apron as they cook and dance at the same time. "Strip!" Keira shouted. Then, the girls followed. Zachary covered his wife's mouth and the other boys did the same and scolded their wives for cheering up on the crazy hot chefs. "So, I am the only one that doesn't have a partner?" James said as he sat on Karmina and Alex's table. He reached the juice and sipped on it.

It was a chef's dream come true. Even someone who didn't like to cook would love it in here. There were two other ladies who were dressed in the same uniform as me. They were busy running around and prepping ingredients. Miss Sullivan gestured towards them "Joan, allow me to introduce you to your colleagues" She said "These are Emily and Sarah. They will be your companions" I smiled at them. Emily looked like a lovely lady to be around. She had a warm smile and a twinkle in her eyes.

Unfortunately, Anita and Elena , the ones I had hoped would be there for me, were still nowhere to be found. Nevertheless, I pressed on with my work in silence, finding solace in the assistance provided by the chef. His presence was a much-needed respite as he joined me in preparing breakfast. Not only that, but he also offered valuable guidance, assuring me that cooking was his responsibility and all I had to focus on was ensuring the proper plating and cooking of the dishes.

Dorin was about to ask about the stick again when Johan suddenly looked up and stomps it to the ground. "Is that cigarette smoke I smell?" It was the cook, Mrs. Cooper, waddling into view. She is a very plump woman with rosy cheeks and very curly hair that she tries to tame with a yellow bandana. Her apron looks immaculate, as well as her kitchen, and anyone who tries to mess it up would feel her wrath. All 600 pounds of it. "Johan. How many times do I have to tell you not to smoke near my kitchen?!"