Novel & Cerita Cooking Magician

He pointed at the stove. “The flame is too small, make it big. It won’t be cooked at this point,” the teacher said. Mugen immediately turned the heat up by adding his own fire magic to the flame. The teacher waited until the fire was enough for him before he left and tended the next table. The scene made Carrola tilted his head in confusion. “What are they making? And can they breath in this air?”

Corey cried in frustration, thrusting two eggs in his direction, which he had clearly produced out of thin air. “Is everything all right in there?” Serendipity called from the living room, obviously hearing the frustration in Corey’s voice even if she couldn’t make out the words. “Everything is fine,” he assured her, infusing his voice with some fake cheer. “You know what, on second thought….” He waved his hands again and the eggs became a plate of perfectly frosted gingerbread men. “Well, that’s all fine and good,” Mr. Waddlebug stated sharply, holding the magical silver platter as if it were made of poison. “But if you’re simply going to create cookies for your guests, what do you need me

“Looks like a damn sauce bomb went off but we ended up with edible food. Mostly.” “Well, Levi Cooper, you are a miracle worker!” Maggie exclaimed, smiling at him for the first time. “Come on now and sit down. You’re giving me a crick in my neck and this linoleum is so old it may not hold up under all that back and forth.”

When they were talking on WeChat last night, she made rhetoric promises. This was what she said, “Gracie Turner, not that I’m trying to brag, but my foresight is too good to be true. The person I pulled off the street was the God of Cooking! His cooking skills, even the Michelin chef in the Imperial Extravagance can’t hold a candle to him, okay?” Not only had they not done anything, but the kitchen was also in a mess, and with the expressionless man standing next to her— God of Cooking?

“A guest in my kitchen. Sort of.” He stands. “You’re cooking?” “Trying. You’re eating.” He doesn’t question it. Doesn’t rush to help. Just follows. I make shakshuka—eggs poached in spiced tomato sauce. Easy. Familiar. One pan. Comfort food from my early catering days. He leans on the counter, watching me. Not like an investor. Not like a lover waiting to be impressed. Like someone who knows how much it took just to pick up the knife again.

Her hands moved with focus, shutting out the other consorts who were finally starting with their own methods. Time was already draining from the hourglass. The meat softened, but it wasn’t cooking fast enough. Serena threw in the Moonveil Mushrooms and let them simmer. The pot flared with sudden light, glowing softly. Serena jerked back in shock. Was it supposed to do that? She peeked at the others, but none of their food glowed. Her lips curved in pride. “Glowing means magic, it must be working..” She tossed in the crimson root spice, and the glow grew even brighter.

I rolled my eyes as he turned away. I shook my head with a smirk. and went about my coffee making. I knew what I was doing and I had mastered the right amount of Maggie’s coffee I needed in any given situation. Their eyes were on me, mouths shut. I snapped my fingers over the gas burner, turning it on and I felt the intake of breath as they understood my strength and my power were not a one-time parlor trick. Nor was it limited to a few select gifts as most witches were. I filled and set it over the burner holding the flame at just the right temp, as I found 3 cups. Pouring the coveted liquid in them, I faced the 2 glowering males and set 2 of them on the table. I reached behind me for the

However, it looked fun. She eventually came across a cooking show and stopped pressing buttons. The chef explained the different ingredients and showed the audience how to chop the food into smaller pieces. Then, he put a liquid called olive oil into a strange-looking device called a pan. Then, he used a magical machine that created a small fire and added the cut ingredients inside.

He said. I gave a slight nod as I slowly stood up. "Well I will leave you to it. Remember everything is magic based. So you don't have to worry about anything. Food choices are endless and there's actually a book that is magic based also. Just click what you want and it will form. Leave any finished dishes unattended to on the counters and it will teleport away." He said as the ding of the elevator sounded. I gave a slight nod never looking back as I slowly walked around and touched everything. How was I to know where the room ended?

He undressed and tried to look at himself and tried to look all over his body. "Maybe there's a sign that I'm a magician? "He asked himself. For over an hour, Kei looked at every corner of her body, neck and arms. Still there was also no sign that he had the last magician. Kei sat weakly on his bed with his head down. ' If there is no sign that I am a magician? How can they know I'm the last magician? ' Kei ruffled her hair. She got up and reached for a towel and headed for the toilet.