God Of Cooking Novels & Stories

“You are the bride of a god.” Her breath caught. “Bride… of a god?” Her fingers tightened around the ring. “What bride?What God” She has never met any God let alone to consent to any marriage. Wait he couldn’t possibly mean his bride right? She gasped as it dawned on her she was referring to himself. So he is a God? Ivana stood there confused as several thoughts flooded her mind. “Yes, mortal.” His eyes bore into her. “And being bound to you…” His jaw clenched. “Only deepens my hatred for humans.”

Throughout our marriage, Cody had rarely cooked for me. He always said he was too busy with research and too exhausted to cook. It turned out it wasn't that he couldn't. He simply didn't want to cook for me. I tapped on the screen and liked the post. Less than two seconds later, Ophelia messaged me. [Naomi, this android's cooking is amazing! Bring Cody over and come eat with us!]

He had never heard me speak to him in such a cold tone before. Melanie's coughing grew louder. Caroline hovered nearby, flustered. "Keith, what do we do? She looks really unwell…" Her words snapped him back to attention. His expression turned irritated. "Did you really have to come back right now? Caroline rarely cooks, and Mom just started getting her appetite back. The second you show up, everything descends into chaos!" He blamed me for everything—for coming home at the wrong time, for ruining their perfect little family moment.

All day it was misfortune for him, and when he thought goddess of luck has smile upon him it turn out it fucking useless old book. still, Theo clutch his heart and started reading the old book, thinking that what surprise he might get after all it was freaking diary of an cultivator. He doesn't know how powerful was that cultivator. Theo started reading the book again, after reading for sometime there was frustrated look in Theo face, anybody who read the book will understand Theo frustration. "fuck", Theo cursed out loud and talk himself," who in the fuck do the same thing for over a week, slightly increasing the number of swinging for over a years, fuck this shit" ,as Theo throw the book d

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?

I lifted my chin and sauntered into the kitchen like a woman who could care less about the overly attractive man in the room. I walked toward Gideon, only stopping once I was beside the counter where he was chopping vegetables for whatever delicious meal he was making. I could never admit it to him, but Gideon was a god when it came to cooking. Everything I ate, no matter what it was, tasted like I was experiencing it for the first time. It was as if my tastebuds were taken on their own exploration across the earth as each spice, each herb, touched my tongue. I let my eyes slowly move down Gideon's body, from his sharp jawline to his long curly hair. All the way down his muscular arms and th

Eva gasped in shock looking at him. "Hey heyyy ... what do you mean I can cook? My mother was a renowned chef abd I am a proud son. I know all her tricks and traits, but I don't cook for just anybody." Troy spoke proudly, as he stood up removing his long coat. He was already folding the sleeves of his shirt as if getting ready to create something magical.

"This doesn't mean I forgive you for being an invasive, arrogant bastard." "Of course not." He taps his fingers on the counter. "But now you know I can cook. That makes me, let's say... ten percent harder to kill." "Wrong," I say around a mouthful. "Fifteen percent." He chuckles. "I'll take it." The silence that follows isn't uncomfortable. And that's the most uncomfortable part of all. Because for the first time, I'm not looking at Rhydar, the mind-reading psycho. I'm looking at a man in an apron who deserves the title ‘the food god.’

After 40 minutes of baking, the super cheesy macaroni schotel special for young master is ready. I prepared the food for Edmund and also prepared a drink. I glanced at the annoying master who seemed bored of waiting for me to cook. "Sir, your food is ready. I cook it with love, so you will fall in love with mine too." Edmund just looked away and I just watched his back move away, giving him the middle finger. Edmund is the reason why God created the middle finger. 💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰

‘In about ten seconds,’ Patience grinned. Beatrice Beecham was an inquisitive girl. It was part of her nature to know how things worked, how things went together but, most of all, why things went together so well. It may have been the very reason she enjoyed cooking so much. Her ability to cook was innate, a gift from some culinary god high in the gastronomic heavens. It didn’t bother Beatrice that many of her peers thought cooking was about as cool as the surface of the sun. All that mattered was that it made her happy.