Cooking Magician Novels & Stories

The fellow whom he thought was an imposter was actually the real Thomas! At 11.30 am, Thomas cooked on the stage, and it instantly attracted a large number of tourists. They were curious and also attracted by the title of “Magic Cook from Food and Medicine Hall.” Besides, who could resist free food? More and more people were coming, and it became crowded. All of them were waiting to eat the food cooked by Thomas. In more dramatic cases, some were even drooling. “Wow! This is amazing! The owner of Food and Medicine Hall is contributing to society. He’s cooking free food for us. I’m so touched.”

From the middle of the ring, a tall drake with the long red center spike of a sea drake takes his place near the center of the stage. “Greetings Noble folk from across the realms,” His voice carries on the wind, augmented somehow by some unseen force, as he bows before us all, his wings transformed into a coat of iridescent scales. “I am THE Magician, the bringer of mystery and magic from across the realms. On behalf of our benevolent Queen Eleanora, I wish you all a brilliant and fabulous ALL KINGDOM FAIRE!!!” With those last three words, he pumps his fist to punctuate his words as flames shoot up around him, exploding into stars of colored light.

I slurred. He ran a hand through his tousled black hair, licking his lips as he did so. Before he could reply, I said, “Well, scratch that. Sit down, guess what I made?” “Cog au vin?” The stranger replied, raising a thick bush of brows. “What?! Woah! Are you a magician?” I exclaimed. “No, I’m not.” He replied, “The kitchen wreaks of chicken and you have mushrooms scattered across the floor. It’s a no brainer.”

In the end, he had no choice but to pull his hand back. After rolling up his sleeve, he headed for the kitchen and told Tala, "Stay with Ronan and play with him. I'll make dinner." In the past, Magnus always claimed he was too busy managing pack affairs to cook. But now, he was telling Tala to rest while he made dinner himself. I had stayed in the kitchen, reheating the meat stew over and over until finally, I didn't even have the strength to turn off the stove. When Magnus entered the kitchen, he saw that the stew in the pot had boiled dry, and the meat was charred to the bottom. He turned off the flame and shot an impatient glance at the ruined meat in the pot.

Erik noticed that. "You can talk, Mr. Potter." "Thank you, sir. I wanted to ask what kind of magic is this that you are using?" "It's called magecraft, Mr. Potter. While wizards and witches use a wand to focus their magic and cast spells, magecraft is an advance use of magic. It doesn't require a focus to use when you are an advanced user, but most people still use a staff. Magecraft differs from wizardry and witchcraft in the way you shape and use your magic. Where wizards and witches use mainly intent and enchantations, mages use heavy math and knowledge to construct the magic circles for their spells. Like this blue one that I am using to examine you."

Eros stepped closer to me, whispering, "Serina, they..." "It's okay," I cut him off, offering the witch sisters a brilliant smile. "Let's all cook lunch together today? I can teach you a few new dishes." Morgana raised an eyebrow. "Are you questioning our cooking skills?" "Of course not!" I quickly explained. "Just sharing some cooking techniques I know. Like how to make meat more tender, or how to remove the gaminess from certain ingredients." The comments from those watching the trial started scrolling again: 【She's actually going to teach the curse hexenbiest how to cook?!】

" A man can multitask. I conjured this by magic while the ice was freezing." "You can cook?" "Don't sound so shocked." His smile was light. " I have hidden depths. And the internet." I picked up my fork, the decent food doing little to clear my bewilderment. Sebastian, detecting it, offered, "Cecilia, there are cooking tutorials online. I'm a quick learner. Don't overthink it." "That's impressive," I admitted. His smile turned playful. "As you said, I'm good at everything." Please stop saying that!

Charbi faced Ronjon and clapped his palms together. "Nomoshkar. Hi, Sir. I'm Charbi, the head cook here. What can I do for you?" Ronjon did the same action, "Nomoshkar," and extended his hand. "I only have a few questions to ask, so please sit with me for a while." Charbi returned the courtesy with a handshake and sat opposite the other. "Just bear with me for five minutes and . . ." Charbi interrupted. "Are you really a cooking magazine writer?"

“I need to face my past. I think you were right about my parents being frightened and unable to stop them from taking me. But a part of me still isn’t sure. Until I see them again, I won’t know for sure—if I see them again.” “I think you will,” he says, stroking my hand with his fingers. I’m about to say something more when we both turn to the sound of the door opening. A man who must be the cook walks in with a tray of bowls and a basket of bread. “It ain’t much, but it’s warm,” he announces, setting it down in front of us. “Pleased to meet you, miss.” “Maggie, this is Bradley, master chef of the Ironhawk,” Oscar says.

He come back with a big plate filled with Spicy grilled meat, roasted chicken, and boiled rice. I hold it from his hand, he sits back on his chair, I placed the plate on the table, in front of his chair. " Shall I help you with the food? " I asked and he nodded. I mixed spicy grilled meat and roasted chicken into boiled rice, mixed them well, and start feeding him. " Your hands have magic, food seems tasty when you feed me " He commented and I blush " No Prince Iron Coyote, I just mixed them well " " No " He disagreed " It is all your magic, Tell me, Little Princess! Are you a magician," he asked and crease his thumb on my cheek