Cooking Magician Novels & Stories

she says, pulling out her phone, tapping the screen a few times, then setting it down. A second later, the lights go out. For a brief moment, there’s nothing but silence. Then, a soft golden glow fills the room, everything is giving a romantic moment. And right on cue, a chef rolls in a cooking station in front of us. Without a word, he gets to work—flipping ingredients in the air, slicing vegetables at insane speed, tossing spices like he’s putting on a show. Vivian watches with wide eyes. Then he pulls off a ridiculous move—cracking an egg mid-air and catching it perfectly in the pan. That’s all it takes. She bursts into laughter.

An hour had passed. “Thank you for your help, Mrs. Chloe,” the chef said, giving me a small bow of gratitude. I smiled at him. He was one of the best chefs in the country. I’d recognized him instantly from a magazine I once flipped through out of boredom. If he was here, it meant one of the council of witches had spent an enormous amount of money just to have him prepare a few dishes for this ridiculous brunch. The last server picked up the tray, and I followed him, holding my head high.

] I was purely making conversation for the sake of it. When I returned in the evening, an elaborate dinner was waiting on the table. Under my note, there was a new reply. [What is Le Cordon Bleu?] I burst out laughing. He seemed to have been dead for quite some years. A bold idea occurred to me. I spread out a piece of paper and wrote down a shopping list. It included Australian lobster, Wagyu beef, black truffles, and caviar. I wrote down every expensive ingredient I had ever heard of but could never afford.

It’s just Buriko in a chef uniform. They hear a commotion like applause and shouts around them. The white illumination highlights the judge in the middle. “A chef who is specialized in cutting anything. His accurate and precise incision always makes his food having an exquisite garnish. This is it, Chef Cocong.” It’s just Cocong whose shroud is painted so that it will look like a blazer, yet in the end, he just looks like a giant Indonesian exclusive Mighty Beanz. I’m sorry, I don’t know what the equivalent word for Mighty Beanz is.

“Everleigh,” she says, starting to shake her head. “Mahl is the one who made magic illegal –“ “You use magic on him every other night!” “And I am a professional,” she says, laying a demure hand on her breast and grinning at me. “You are a rank amateur!” “Oh, come on, Margot!” I beg, dashing for her and dropping to my knees in front of her stool. She blinks at me, surprised. “It will be easy! I did it before with Angeline and it worked so well! He’ll never notice!”

With me staring at Xavier intently. " Wow... This tastes good. I haven't had something like this for a while now." Xavier complimented. " Thanks for the compliment," Maggie beamed. " But it's not that hard to make." " It sure isn't.." Xavier added. " Then why don't you make it?" Xavier glanced at me, his eyes smiling. " Because I don't know how to cook?" He added mischievously. I tried hard not to scoff. " I could give you the recipe... Or perhaps you tell your mom to make it." Maggie added unknowingly. I became alarmed and stared at Maggie, communicating with my eyes. Maggie glanced at me confused.

He winked at her and hopped onto a clean spot on the counter top. Amara hid a grin behind her cup and took another wonderful drink. "Mmm. What all is in this?" "Secrets." "Secrets like what?" She walked over and leaned on the counter beside him. He swallowed and scooted two inches away from her. She raised her eyebrows, looking up at him curiously. "Like ingredients," he said. "A magician never reveals the secret of the trick, just as a cook with recipes." She took another sip of the delightful mixture, and her mouth spread into another contented smile. He smiled, watching her expression of pure delight, and relaxed again.

“A man could well lose his part to her gentle touch!” “Then what have you planned?” Jaecar’s black brows lifted in interest. “I intend to play as unfairly as she.” “How’s that?” “A spell an old friend gave me.” “The mage Commander when he trained you.” “Nay.” Magus shook his head. “We rarely saw him. The one that truly trains is his Second in Command, Hawk. He was my mentor.” *** “And what spell did he give you?” Magus beamed. “One to melt a woman who’s toyed with you too long. One he wrote for a particular little mage that had been teasing him below the breeches.”

“It’s not difficult if you follow the instructions to the letter, sir. But maybe steak is too advanced for someone just navigating their way through the kitchen. I mean no disrespect of course.” I laughed. “Disrespect taken. How’d you know I’d never stepped into the kitchen in my life? Is it that obvious?” She smiled even more. “You had to watch a YouTube video to learn how to turn on the cooker, and another two videos to determine the right utensil to use. No one who knows their way around does that.” I groaned in defeat, setting the silicone spatula on the counter. “Who says cooking isn’t magic? I wonder how chefs do it.”

"It's Harris's chicken curry specialty, let us make that. Magi and I will enjoy it better, see." "Thank you, you two get out of here! I don't have diatabs in my pocket to fight diarrhea and stomach ache!" "You're underestimating our cooking talent, Harris! You're hurting my feelings, you're terrible!" Magi persisted "Just join Alec and Warren in the living room and watch TV. Wait for us to finish cooking, when we can eat together," said Yuwi. He was busy mixing fried rice in the pan, shaking the pan like professional chefs do.