God Of Cooking Novels & Stories

She became more than peckish as the smell of meat reached her, smoke rising from the pan as he turned the juicy streaks over. “Alright, little girl. Do you wish for any potatoes? Or chips?” Dorian asked roughly, turning his head towards her as he continued flipping the meat. “Potatoes please, sir.” Elika muttered in response, her appetite increasing as she watched the animal-like man glide around the kitchen, her stomach groaning with impatience. “Roasted? Mashed?” The feral immortal questioned, opening the freezer door as he began to search inside.

God, is the existence of the high and mighty, overlooking the multitude of beings every move, but now, the souldevouring demonic flower swept the human world, wars all over the world, corpses everywhere, why, there is no God to save all beings . "Haha!" Xiao Dust tilted his head and laughed, his long hair fluttering behind his shoulders as he coldly said, "God? What is a god? Shouldn't a god bless all beings? But why, why is everyone dead? God can't even protect himself, what qualifications does he have to call himself a god in front of mortals!"

It was as if God looked at him and saw all he needed and then went ahead and crafted the perfect woman for him and gave to him. He was so happy as he went about the kitchen, getting things ready to cook. He knew that her favorite food was pasta so he got busy and started cooking. He really could not wait for her to get back home cause he missed her. It was as though she had put a spell on him and he was not complaining.

Holy shitballs. “Sounds like you had a happy childhood,” I say, feeling slightly envious but then again, most people have better childhoods than I had. I was just dealt a bad hand. “To an extent,” he says while he takes out more ingredients to meal prep and I get lost in just watching him. Excuse me, but how can watching a man cook for you, turn you on? How can it possibly look erotic watching him prepare a meal when he’s not even trying to be sexy? My Goddess, this man is beautiful.

At first, she refused because she was an immortal and didn’t need to eat to satisfy her hunger. “It’s not proper to refuse the invitation of a young man who has gone to the trouble of preparing food for us! And it was Chen’er himself who made it; I can guarantee that his cooking is the most delicious in the world!” Grandfather Qin praised Xiao Chen’s cooking highly, and even the black fire tiger inside Xiao Chen’s clothes poked its head out to agree with Grandfather Qin’s words.

But the thought slipped away as he took the knife from my hand, motioning for Thea and me to step aside. I raised an eyebrow, my curiosity piquing as I moved to wrap my finger in a paper towel. “You can cook?” Elijah, still focused on the task at hand, nodded curtly. “I won’t let a careless woman handle the kitchen.” His tone was playful, but there was an undercurrent of seriousness in his words. I couldn’t help but chuckle at his bravado. To my astonishment, Elijah’s cooking skills were impeccable. He moved with a confidence I hadn’t seen in him before, chopping vegetables with precision.

My God. ________

he replied simply before striding out of the room. I pouted again, watching his retreating back. “That’s it? Just leave like that? Such a killjoy.” Cooker stepped closer, her eyes wide with amazement. “Girlie, we had no idea your cooking could be this good.” I blinked at her, caught off guard. “How did you make that omelet taste like that? It wasn’t ordinary. It was something else.” “Eh? It was just a normal omelet. I only called it special to make it sound fancy.”

I glanced at Christian, who watched me with a knowing smirk, as if he could read my thoughts. "Christian, this is absolutely amazing!" Mom gushed, her eyes wide with delight. "You simply must share your secrets with me. Where did you learn to cook like this?" Christian chuckled, a warm smile playing on his lips. "Well, Mrs. Stephen, when you've been on your own since high school, you learn a thing or two about fending for yourself. Cooking became a necessity, but over time, it turned into a passion. It's my way of unwinding after a long day, creating something tangible and enjoyable."