Cooking Manga Novels & Stories

While we are at home, there was no refrigerator and often all Mom and Dad had were eggs and then canned food and noodles. Then I saw a burger, since the Señorito loves Japanese things, I suddenly remembered my favorite anime where they cooked a burger steak and then put my egg on top, that's why I thought of cooking it. It didn't take long and I was tired of cooking, it's okay to have an early dinner. Of course, I fixed the dining table first before I returned to the Señorito who was still asleep until now. "Señorito..." And then I gently shook Señorito's body, he moaned but still didn't wake up so I just repeated the case -

As she opened the first dish, the aroma of the food she'd always craved rushed into her nostrils. “It's Tteokkbokki" She blushed, inhaling the aroma. " And your favorites too…" Asher winked, as soon as the waiter dropped the cake. It was a full cake —just for her. * * * * * * * _________ Manga's POV: Yes, it's me. I finally declared that I'm a Lycan wolf. At least, I won't be hiding it anymore even though I can't be like other wolves.

"One soup three dishes?" The chef nodded, then used his hands to point. "Miso Soup, grilled fish, Tagamo-yaki, also known as omelet, Nimono and Tsukemono, you call them vegetables. Then, last but not the least, a pot of high-grade sencha green tea." "I call this brilliance," Caine said, rubbing his plans together. "What's your name, chef?" I asked. "Chef Toba," he answered with a hand to his chest and a bow.

However, she never came, and I stopped getting excited about these dinners. Damn it! I didn't want to think about her; I was having such a good day. I shake my head and go back to paying attention to the anime. I'm already on episode twenty-two, only three more to go before the end of the first season of Kimetsu no Yaiba. (Juliana Millenis' vision) "What's for dinner?" I ask, seeing Cristina in the kitchen. "Lasagna, I saw the recipe today on the internet and decided to try," she says smiling.

I can’t help but spike her sometimes “I said its Lord Beerus the destroyer and Goku eats more than anyone you’ve mentioned. Besides what’s soo special about this place? It clearly doesn’t look like it serves one of the best Ramen in the whole Konan city, it’s just a poorly decorated tiny shop in a corner” Gabi fumed “I say let my cooking be the judge of that” Old man Chang came out from his shop, giving Miss Gabi here a worthy defense “Mr Chang!” I beamed “I was wondering when you guys were going to come in” He chuckled

Mingyu's POV (Detective/ Celine's bestfriend) Dino and I are eating hot noodles in a ramen shop. While slurping, I noticed the paperbag beside him. So out of curiosity, which I wished I didn't had this time, I pointed it and asked, "What is that?" "Ah, my dad asked me to buy these," he replied. "Books?" "No. Manga. Living no Matsunaga-san volume 8." I almost choke the noodles that were already inside my throat. If I failed, those noodles might went through the wrong tube and slipped down from my nose.

Others were surprised, and the chief chef was about to say something, but Miya dismissed him with a gentle wave of her hand. The maid helped prepare the ingredients efficiently under Miya's instruction while Miya put on her favorite tunes and started cooking. She felt free and confident. It was something that she enjoyed and was good at doing. When Xenon sat down by the table, he was again impressed. It wasn't just a dish of food, but also a piece of art. The presentation itself was a pleasure to the eyes, and the lovely smell greeted one's nose alluringly. Xenon sliced the perfectly cooked steak and forked a piece into his mouth. lt was tender and

Her powerful-looking hand-chop almost hit me. At first, Kuroyuki hesitantly took a few bites. But she eventually swallowed her rice with a satisfying look. “…unexpectedly tasty.” Saying that, she licks her lips. It looks… seductive. Gulp. “I had 8 years of cooking experience. Of course it’s tasty.” I uttered. I sat back on my seat, acting like the things just now have never happened. “…olive oil, garlic, smoked, flake, black, pink and kosher salt, black peppercorn powder, minced pork belly, loin, bacon, normal chicken eggs, soy sauce, garlic, scallions, pearl rice…”

They were happy here and would come back, probably often, but they both wanted this to be done. She woke to the smell of something burning. Panic first went through her mind when she woke, and then she realized that Mitsuhide had broken the cardinal rule that he was not allowed in the kitchen. For someone so bloody brilliant with survival skills, he was awful with cooking. The smell was turning her stomach, a feeling she was getting used to for the time being. She got up and walked into the kitchen where her extra massive bottle of tums was, so she could down a few before she got sick. His eyes followed her to the bottle as she popped the lid, "Smell that bad?” he asked. "I told you not to c

Who would have thought that this stoic giant can pull off dirty lines on her? Feeling so tired, exhausted, and with a smile painted on her face, Sumire fell asleep in the bathtub. .............. From the kitchen wafts the aroma of different cuisines. Two hunks, wearing an apron, look like Master Chefs preparing their dishes as masterpieces. Klauss, wearing his toque Blanche is currently chopping meat and preparing various ingredients while Mort is the one cooking. The hunk wanted to cook for Sumire himself. "How's the MDA doing?" Mort suddenly asked which slightly surprise Klauss almost chopped his finger off. He dramatically holds his chest.