Cooking Isekai Novels & Stories

Me leaning back, mouth open, probably snoring. "Good nap?" he asked, waking us gently. "Bella and Mama sleeping," Isabella announced unnecessarily. "I see that. Dinner's ready. Actual home-cooked dinner. I learned a new recipe." "Is it edible?" I asked. "Probably. Fifty-fifty odds." "I'll take those odds." Dinner was actually good. Pasta with vegetables. Simple but competent. "You're getting better at cooking," I observed. "I've been watching YouTube videos during Isabella's nap time. Turns out cooking isn't that hard when you follow instructions."

I asked. “Thank you, Henrik, but I didn’t cook any of this.” Isadora smiled while sipping her wine. “Alec made dinner tonight. Cooking is how he meditates.” “I see.” I nodded. “Zoe was right when she said you were an excellent chef,” Gunnar commented. “Thank you,” Alec said. “Cooking is a passion Alec shares with Katrina, Izzy, and Zoe. I’m sure you’ve already had a taste of Zoe’s cooking and possibly some of Katrina’s since arriving in Nebrodi.” Crista steered the conversation back to us.

Akiko said, letting Kenji continue cooking. “Sit down. It’s almost done,” Kenji said, placing the pan back on the stove. Of course, he was making tamagoyaki. If Akiko’s go-to meal for quick cooking was miso soup, Kenji’s was rolled eggs. Akiko didn’t follow Kenji’s order to sit down. Instead, she chose to set the table. She did the same when she resided in Kenji's home—prior to her union with Yuto. Akiko grabbed bowls, filled them with rice, warmed up the seaweed soup Kenji had reheated, and brought everything to the table.

**Chapter 104 – Morning Visitors** **August 2032 – Friday morning, Nakamura house, Hot Springs, Arkansas** Sunlight filters through the kitchen windows, turning the steam from the rice cooker into soft gold mist. Keiko Nakamura moves with quiet efficiency—miso simmering on the stove, tamagoyaki rolling in the pan, fresh onigiri shaped on the counter. The house smells like home: dashi, grilled fish, and the faint pine scent drifting in from the open window overlooking the lake.

Not knowing what else to say, she mumbled. Elise stared at the cooker, in utter confusion, not about how to cook, but what to. Cooking hadn't been something hard for her to learn. After all, being an Omega, fundamental cooking skills had to be learned. She took a deep breath, and turned back to Ravenna, who stared unblinkingly at her. She gulped nervously, and cleared her throat. "Umm, I was wondering about..." She trailed off, as her gaze landed back on the pot.

But the moment I pulled the container out, Tessa—who had apparently developed the ability to teleport—gasped audibly from the doorway. “Oh my God. Is that... real food?” “It’s rice and stew, Tessa. Calm down.” “You have a mother who actually cooks for you?” she asked, looking genuinely emotional. “Like, with love? And seasoning?” “...Obviously?” She slumped into the chair opposite me. “I survive on instant noodles and poor life choices. My kitchen is basically just a place where I store my shoes and wine.”

Akihiko without uttering a single word does as he was told. Akihiko gets eggs from the fridge and grabs the bread which was kept outside. Then he puts on the apron and while holding the pan and the oil he says, “Cooking mode…On!” and he starts to cook up. He breaks the egg elegantly and fast and with that same momentum throws the shells away. He puts the bread in the toaster and grabs some veggies from the fridge as well. “Sunny side up?” “Yeah. Sure.” She says while watching T.V.

Stirring sauce, adding cream, mixing spices. I clap slowly. “Chef level.” She bows slightly. “Thank you, thank you.” “I can cook too,” I say. She looks surprised. “Really?” “Yes. Survival cooking.” “What is that?” “Egg. Noodles. Rice. If I do not burn the kitchen, it is success.” She laughs. “That is not cooking. That is survival.” “Exactly.” She points a spoon at me. “No problem. I can cook for you always.” I grin. “Always?”

After hesitating for a half-minute, she headed to the kitchen. As one of the Four Great Princesses of the Coleman family, she was indeed an ace servant who served the Colemans. In addition to proficiency in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, cooking was also a skill that must be learned. Hence, Suzaku’s cooking was very good. There were many ingredients in the fridge. She simply took a few out and made a dish of seafood noodles with a thick broth.

Let Elissa decide what he wants to eat. Elissa hissed. Her forehead wrinkled. She just remembered that she could not cook. She couldn't even tell the difference between ginger, galangal, and turmeric. Not to mention distinguishing between soy sauce and sweet soy sauce. "Put this on first!" said Edgar. He then put an apron on Elissa. The shocked Elissa immediately backed away and was indirectly embraced by Edgar. Her body got goosebumps. The sensation of pleasure that he felt last night now returned.