Cooking Isekai Novels & Stories

This allowed me to watch her while she was still busy cooking with Chika, my personal chef. “Do you like to cook, ma'am?” Chika's voice reached me. She had just returned from her leave due to her mother's illness, which was why she didn't know that my wife had been in charge of the kitchen for the past month. Isabella nodded, her thick black hair moving. Her hair was messy around her face. She still wears an oversized white T-shirt and long training pants that cover her curves. She's still so innocent and adolescent, and I still lust after her? May God help you, Sebastian.

I smiled. CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! - Akira began to cook. I imagine that we are a young married couple. My wife Akira cooked for me, of course, Me as her husband. My inner self seems to explode with delight. "OH MY GOD! I want to kiss her and make love to her." - my perverted mind, please leave now! I do not allow that you will poison my mind. "Hey! What are you muttering? You are acting weird today. Come here. Let's eat" -she called me to go to the kitchen so we could eat dinner together.

When we got to the dining hall, we sat at the head table and omegas came and took our orders. I asked Joshua, “How many cooks do you have?” He shrugged, “Do you want to go see?” I nodded, “I would like that.” I stood up and waited for Joshua to stand. We went to the kitchen and I smiled when I saw the omegas who were in there. They were all joking around, but still working hard. One omega stopped and looked our way, “Beta! How can we help you?” He smiled, “I wanted to introduce you all to my mate, Isabel. She is your Co-Beta. She used to have to cook for her whole pack by herself. She was one of you.” I smiled, “I will always be one of you. I will never be able to forget what I went through;

I couldn't resist teasing him. Gustaf frowned as he walked, looking disconcerted by this slip of the tongue. "I'm sorry, I thought you'd like to eat what everyone else would eat, you can order whatever you want when you arrive, and... "I love burgers, but a lot of the guys I've dated don't find a woman eating a burger sexy "I explained, receiving an amused look in return. "Izzy, I'm a cook. What I find sexy is someone eating well and enjoying their meal. Especially if it's something I've prepared.

I pretend not to notice the way his gaze sharpens, the way his posture shifts ever so slightly as if he can't believe what he's seeing. A Were royal in the kitchen? And cooking her own food nonetheless? Cooking for a Lycan, to boot? It goes against everything he knows, everything he's suffered. If that's really what's going on in his mind, then that's good. I focus on the dish, stirring carefully, tasting when needed, and letting the scent deepen. I work in silence, letting Casimir stew in his own thoughts just as how the food is stewing in the pot. When I'm finally satisfied, I ladle a portion into a bowl and place it on the counter.

But the thought slipped away as he took the knife from my hand, motioning for Thea and me to step aside. I raised an eyebrow, my curiosity piquing as I moved to wrap my finger in a paper towel. “You can cook?” Elijah, still focused on the task at hand, nodded curtly. “I won’t let a careless woman handle the kitchen.” His tone was playful, but there was an undercurrent of seriousness in his words. I couldn’t help but chuckle at his bravado. To my astonishment, Elijah’s cooking skills were impeccable. He moved with a confidence I hadn’t seen in him before, chopping vegetables with precision.

Kai hands Nico to Eliza and goes to bank the fire, “I’ll make some food for everyone.” Merlin nods and leads Claire to the fire, “Rest, Moonbeam. You’ve done a lot today.” She sighs and nods, leaning against the fire surround and closing her eyes. Merlin joins him in the kitchen and they work together to make a chicken and lemon risotto, with plenty of vegetables stirred in. Merlin uses magic to make it cook faster, since a real risotto would take too long otherwise. Kai carries the pot of risotto through as Merlin gathers bowls and cutlery for everyone.

I walk down to the cooking fire, but I stop by the door. "Put more fire wood under the pan, Caelan," Isolde Ashbourne laughs inside the kitchen. "I am doing it," Caelan says. I look inside. Caelan has a kitchen cloth tied around his big waist. He is cooking wild bird eggs over the hot fire. He looks very happy, and his mean face is totally gone. Isolde stands very close to him. Her cheeks are pink from the fever night, and she looks very pretty and small.

Elises said, placing the dishes onto the blanket. “When I began this journey, I would never have comprehended that it would turn out like this. Many amazing things happened in my life that I’m worried that I might actually wake up, and it’s all a dream.” Blake said, watching Elise remove the last dishes from the basket. “I hope it’s to your liking, and I cooked them all by myself,” Elise said shyly. “What? You know how to cook?” Blake asked, astonished. He had expected sandwiches, but looking at all the containers, they had various foods. This was the second time he was amazed over how the women around him had learned to cook in the Small World.

I coughed, a bit nervous as I watched the two people who are supposed to be strangers in my house; living under my roof and now eating food bought with my own money heartily while ignoring my presence! “Uhmm, this is nice...you are such a good cook. Who taught you?” Dominque asked Isabella as he rolled into his mouth a potato mashed atop with scrambled eggs. Isabella grinned, then she sipped from her glass of water. “Well, thank you. My dad taught me. My mom wasn’t much of a cook and dad did most of stuff like this...” Dominque nodded in awe and as he chewed on the food in his mouth. “He must have been a good father to you...” he added still munching on his food.