Cooking Fails の小説・ストーリー

“How?” “It wasn’t easy getting those either,” Maleek said with a grin. “That doesn’t explain how,” she said quietly. “You have always talked about making a cake like that. I figured that you were going to try for your finals, but like you always do, you would chicken out because you are still unsure of the flavors melding together. This way, you can try it out well in advance to see which pair up well and which don’t. Cooking is like a science experiment. You can do everything right, but it can still fail. Now you have all but one of the ingredients to make the best cake those teachers and judges have ever had.” Maleek said with his grin growing.

I have to cook. Dead. I am absolutely and unquestionably dead. I gulped and whispered to myself, "Oh goddess… I can't cook. I can't even fry an egg. I once burned water. WATER." But if I didn't cook right now, her parents would notice something was off. And then? Suspicious questions. Awkward explanations. And possibly being kicked out. I wasn't ready for that—not when all the pack members was out there waiting for me to come back and be humiliated.

he added calmly, already turning to move away. Emily stiffed, Her heart dropped instantly. Slowly, her eyes went down. A wave of unhappiness filled her chest. Not knowing how to cook had always been her weakness. She had tried so many times in the past, but no matter what, she always failed terribly. And now, she couldn’t even make a simple breakfast for her husband. The thought hurt her deeply. She wanted to do something small and sweet for him, but even that she could not achieve. Her fingers trembled as she pulled at the apron tied around her waist. With a sharp motion, she removed it and tossed it aside angrily. Then, without another word, she walked out of the kitchen, her steps heavy,

After searching I finally found something but unfortunately things didn't go as I expected. Even though it looked pretty easy over the phone, Cooking was harder than running a business. I ended up ruining the Salmon and the rice was nothing to write home about and the kitchen was completely ruined.. “ What's going on here!” I turned around in shock when I heard Kristen's voice but he suddenly hurried towards the stove and turned off the oven immediately while I bit down on my bottom lip in shame… “ Are you stupid? Do you wanna burn down the whole place!?” He half yelled at me while covering his nose because the fish which was in the pan went up in flames and that triggered the sprinkler syst

To be honest, I did not really know how to cook. Before Sharon got married, we shared an apartment. She was the one who cooked, while all I did was enjoy the meal. After she moved out, I survived on takeout for two whole years. However, one night, my order came three hours late. I was so hungry I started pacing around the living room, and in a fit of rage, I downloaded a cooking app. That was the beginning of everything. I had experienced my fair share of failures, but I could now manage a few decent dishes.

Chapter 8 Alice's POV I couldn't help but feel excited. Why? Because he was coming over today. Yeah, sounds ridiculous, right? We agreed to meet by noon, and I even decided to prepare something nice to serve him when he arrived. But all my cooking efforts ended in total disaster. Why was cooking so freaking hard? I tried making an omelet, but the motherfucker kept turning into scrambled eggs. I attempted to whip up some pudding, but it just wouldn't congeal. I even tried the simplest dish of all—Ramen noodles—but they got too soggy. You know what? I give up. My kitchen sink was now full of used plates and frying pans. I used an entire crate of eggs, and for what? Nothing good came of it.

Clement said, being more shameless than I'd ever seen. … Once I was discharged from the hospital, I went straight home. The second I opened the door, the delicious aroma of home cooking welcomed me. Clement had an apron on in the kitchen. When he saw me, a big smile spread across his face. "I cleared my schedule today to cook for you. Come on, let's eat!" I gave him a fleeting look before turning and going to my room. I packed up my stuff and headed for the door, only to find Clement standing in my way.

"Hello. Would you like to bind with a life-swapping system and be my master? I can serve you well and help you swap out or exchange anything you want." "Get lost!" These systems only did a world of harm and no good!

I wrote down every expensive ingredient I had ever heard of but could never afford. After finishing the list, I glanced around the room guiltily. The air was dead silent. I placed the list in the center of the table and went to bed with a sense of anticipation. The next day, the first thing I did after waking up was rush to the dining room. The table was empty. There was no breakfast whatsoever, let alone Australian lobster or Wagyu beef. I was a little disappointed. I may have driven the ghost away with my outrageous demands. I sighed and prepared to microwave a box of macaroni and cheese.

After exchanging my health points for the medical text, the first thing I did was seek out the chief steward of the royal kitchen and volunteer to prepare soup for the queen. He barely spared me a glance before waving me off impatiently. "Where did this brat come from? You're still wet behind the ears, yet you dare take on work like this? If the soup turns out poorly and Her Majesty holds us accountable, do you intend to drag the entire kitchen down with you?" I offered no explanation. Instead, I used the ingredients on the table to prepare a bowl of soup.