Novel & Cerita Cooking Fails

Whenever I had free time, I played board games with Gavin or took him fishing. Amelia loved health and beauty products, so I often bought her expensive supplements and luxury skincare. I had no parents of my own. I had truly treated them like my own mother and father. Yet now they were doing everything they could to pin a crime on me that I had never committed. All I felt was fear and disappointment. When Malcolm saw that I remained silent, he mocked me. "George, don't tell me you're too scared to take the test." I ignored him and looked straight into Gavin's eyes.

“That was disgusting. I swear I followed all the directions.” “I think you forgot the sugar and maybe added a bit too much salt,” Mom says. “I put in what they said. ATof salt.” “Was that a bigTor a littleT?” Mom asks. “I don’t know. What’s the difference? ATis aT.” Mom laughs. “Maybe you should think about taking some culinary classes. Or leave the cooking to Jacques,” she says, referring to the chef I’d hired. I sigh in frustration. Another failed recipe. I’m a smart, successful businesswoman. You would think I could figure out something simple like baking.

“We should make a list! A fun list!” “Well,” Zarek said, puffing out his chest proudly, “I want to cook for you. Really cook, not just order takeout or have the kitchen staff do it.” Zade immediately started coughing, nearly choking on his own spit. “No. Absolutely not. That’s a terrible idea.” “Why not?” I looked between them, confused by Zade’s strong reaction. “Zarek can’t cook to save his life,” Zade said seriously, like he was delivering grave news. “Last time he tried to make eggs, he nearly burned down the kitchen. The fire department had to come.”

“Miss Carrington, if you get hungry, there’s a kitchen downstairs.” The kitchen, huh... Well, embarrassing to admit, but Raina’s cooking skills were pretty terrible. Not that she hadn’t tried. There was a time she was obsessed with cooking, spending most of her days in the kitchen, convinced she was making progress. But the more she tried, the worse her dishes turned out—heading in a terrifying direction. Eventually, the person she wanted to cook for wasn’t there anymore, so she stopped trying altogether. Raina rubbed her forehead and said, “...Uh, can I ask something?”

Clamping my mouth shut hastily, I tried to remind myself what happened the last time I pissed him off. "Surprised?" He turned his head slightly and smirked at my stunned face. "Actually, yeah." I murmured, watching him cut an avocado. "Can't you cook?" His silver eyes twinkled as his smirk deepened. My mind went back to the numerous cooking lessons my mother had tried (and failed) to give me. "Um, not really.." I trailed off, feeling the blush creep to my cheeks. "Why is that?" Alpha Killian asked, turning his back to add some ingredient to the sizzling pan.

As my scouring was rewarded, yet again, with no sight of my husband, I quickly made my way into the kitchen properly before letting out a huge sigh of relief and then making quick and silent work of rummaging the fridge for any and every thing edible that it held within its cold space. My rummaging went very well and resulted in me helping myself to some fruits; an apple and some grapes that were being held in a small compartment of the fridge; and some white chocolates who’s wrappings were cold due to the temperature of the fridge in which they had been stored, but melted into my mouth once I had placed them into the organ. Although my scouring of the fridge had yielded positive results, th

I wanted to try something different by taking over dinner, but… I’d messed up real bad. I swallowed hard, dropping the plate in my hands onto the counter. For the second time in two weeks, I’d cooked something that wasn’t edible. Another familiar sting of failure pricked me. “What’s wrong with it? Let me guess.” My fingers carefully reached for the apron wrapped over my waist. “Too much salt? Pepper? Spice?” His coughing continued, and the sound made me feel a deeper sting of not being good enough at something I’d tried to please him with.

Even if my cooking tastes good to me, if it tastes different from how it should taste, it will fail. So I'm worried about Manang's response. She swallowed and said, "No..."

she murmured with puffy eyes. He froze before quickly shaking his head, “No! Not at all—” “God, Damon, you can stop trying to make me feel better already. I’m not just bad at cooking, I’m a goddamn culinary disaster! I didn’t even know some ingredients aren’t meant to go together! I swear, I’m never gonna cook again. Ever! If I accidentally killed you because I was too pigheaded about playing chef… I would die out of heartbreak!”

I pouted. "But I don't even like cooking... it's rare that I ever step foot in the kitchen." "Then I'll do it," he said effortlessly, naturally, as if it had always been his role. His intensity was disarming, and I couldn't meet his gaze. I turned away, letting my back face him. "Let's wait," I murmured. "The one-month period isn't up." For a moment, the room was still. Aaron didn't speak, only reached out to smooth the covers around me.