Cooking In Persona 4 Novels & Stories

"Cooking is beneficial." Mathias scowled, glancing back and forth between me and Kavan. "I apologize; I am unable to comprehend." Mrs. Potts' voice came from behind him, stating that she claimed she required something to divert her attention. It is likely that she went after him. "Preparing meals assists in her mental processes." Understanding dawned on Mathias's face, followed quickly by chagrin. "Ah, of course. I'm sorry, Autumn. I keep forgetting about the signing."

He hated waiting, and I wasn’t about to give him another reason to lash out. The kitchen itself was grand—like everything in Armando’s mansion. The countertops were sleek, black marble, polished to perfection. Every appliance gleamed under the soft lighting, making it feel more like a showpiece than a place to cook. It almost felt wrong to even touch anything. But I had to, so I grabbed the ingredients and got to work, my hands moving swiftly, making sure every step was done with precision.

And my cock is aching to stir so I rush into the kitchen before he sees it. I make two paninis, some hot cocoa and a cannoli with nuts and cheese. I boil some pasta for dinner and cut some meat to put into the sauce. My cooking skills are rough but good enough to make him something decent to eat. Watching Cassius gobble down my food and praise it does funny things to my heart. The joy of watching someone enjoy and praise my most useless skill makes learning the craft fifteen years ago feel worthwhile.

And his daughter is a spoiled bitch who clings to my brother like her life depends on it because Duncan hasn't found his mate yet, and Aya is hoping to be his chosen. "Apphia, move your ass!" Jeff shouts in my face. I clench my fist and glare at him. "Don't glare at me with those cursed eyes, stupid girl!" Five hours later, I finished cooking dinner. I made pasta, sausage roll wreaths, potato wedges, chicken wings, and desserts. I managed to sneak in some bites carefully so that no one saw me. I ate slowly, savoring the taste as it would be my only meal.

"Oh quit being dramatic and get me the pasta! He'll be here any minute!" Ava's hands trembled slightly as she stirred the final touches into the simmering pot of pasta sauce. The tantalizing aroma filled the air, a symphony of flavors that promised to delight the senses. With a final taste to ensure perfection, she turned off the stove and covered the pot, allowing the pasta to soak up the rich flavors.

Kera POV Parker decided to cook one of his family's favourite dishes before he left. Carbonara and Tiramisu for dessert. I watch him as he gracefully moves around the huge kitchen grabbing and adding different ingredients to the pot. The whole kitchen smells amazing making my mouth water. We know the food isn't the only thing making your mouth water. I walk up to him to sneak a piece out of the pot but he pulls me away. "No, baby. You won't enjoy it as much." He says and I pout.

I said and summoned an ugly cook "I want pasta, fried egg, and chicken with chicken sauce" Ava ordered and the food was ready in no time. I made a table and chairs appear and the cook placed the dishes on the table. Ava sat on the chair and I made the cook disappear as I sat opposite her Ava rolled the fork into the pasta and placed the fork that was filled with pasta in her mouth. I summoned cool jazz music to suit our mood "Why aren't you eating？"She mumbled as she munched the pasta. I knelt knee and brought out a box of rings that I stretched towards her

She always wrote down recipes for every meal she made and kept it in one of the lockers in the kitchen of their old house. “After stirring for two minutes, reduce to low heat,” he mutters, turning down the gas knob and dropping the book before he turns to her with calm eyes, sweat slowly covering his brows, dripping down his handsome face, down to his wide firm chest and slowly down his rock hard abs. Leila forces herself to look at the gas burner and not him, something about a sexy man cooking shirtless and sweating makes her feel odd, not odd, it's– she just doesn’t want to keep staring at him.

Sofia I smile at the plates after assembling them. I haven't lost my touch. Likewise, I've prepared filet mignon escalopes with a white wine sauce, mashed potatoes with fine herbs and a leafy salad to go with it. I can't wait. I haven't cooked for anyone for a while. Not only that, but I hope he likes it. I take off the apron I put on to cook, straighten my dress, pick up the two plates and go into the dining room.

The memory warms me from within, like a cozy hearth on a chilly evening. I happily go about preparing dinner, the clinking of pots and the sizzle of ingredients filling the air. Tonight, I've decided on a simple yet elegant meal—roast chicken with rosemary, accompanied by buttered asparagus and creamy mashed potatoes. Cooking has always been my way of expressing love and care.