Cooking Isekai Novels & Stories

She quickly pushed the thought away and focused on setting the plates. Just as she finished, Seth walked into the kitchen. Seeing him made her smile even more. “Morning again,” she greeted him cheerfully. He returned her smile with a sweetness that sent a brief flutter to her heart. “Good morning. Already cooking?” he asked. Izzy shrugged proudly. “Of course. Guess I’m used to working fast. I just cooked the rice I found in that little cabinet, fried some eggs, hotdogs, and tocino. That’s basically all that’s in your huge fridge anyway.”

The house is quiet when I get back. Too quiet. I set my bag down gently by the door and head to the kitchen. I cook like I’m on autopilot — rice, stir-fried vegetables, grilled mackerel. Simple. Familiar. The kind of dinner he likes. The kind of dinner I won’t have to make again. By the time Baekhoon walks in, loosening his tie and tossing his coat over the couch, the table’s already set. He raises an eyebrow. “You’re cooking without being told? What’s the occasion?”

I gasped out loud, stepping back and fixed my gaze at the stove. What was that? Did I just see myself surrounded by fire? Shaking my head in disbelief, I put the pan on it and began cooking. A few minutes later, the angry thumping of Nikona's boot echoing in the four walls of the mansion rings painfully in my ears.I close my eyes shut to relax myself. "Elysia!" Nikona growls.His thumping grew louder until his frustrated figure barged inside the kitchen. "Do you not hear me!" He yells again.I ball my hands into a fist, trying not to flinch.

What will I be starting? Cook is standing in a corner of the kitchen, facing the wall and flipping imaginary burgers on an imaginary grill. This was Esme's contribution. She enchanted Cook to think it was just another night at the Diner, flipping burgers. He's going to be surprised though when the enchantment wears off and he's not drunk. That's how he ends all his nights. His liver will thank us.

In the cozy kitchen of the penthouse, the aroma of spices and sizzling food wafted through the air as the morning sunlight streamed through the window. Isaac sat at the kitchen island, savoring a cup of freshly brewed coffee. He can't help himself from smiling as he watches how Ava cook. "I hope you're hungry this morning. I'm cooking up something delicious for us," Ava said cheerfully. Isaac grinned. "I can't wait to see what culinary masterpiece you've whipped up today, honey... Your cooking always surprises and delights me," Isaac replies affectionately.

The corner of his mouth twitched upward, but his expression remained serious as he said, “Can I at least make you some lunch?” I sighed softly. Admittedly, I was hungry, even if I was getting a little tired of being waited on hand and foot. “Alright. Lunch sounds good.” Before I could blink twice, he was rushing toward the kitchen, leaving me alone with my mountain of pillows. I heard cabinets opening and closing, pots clanking, and eventually, a crash. Curious, I followed him toward the kitchen. The sight that greeted me stopped me in my tracks. Isaac was standing at the stove, stirring something in a large pot while consulting a recipe on his phone. The kitchen counter was covered with fre