God Of Cooking Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.

The hammer was no different from other hammers, with the only unique thing about it being it's excessively long handle. The True Goddess's eyes widened as Frederick's image overlapped with that of a god who had died long ago; a god whose skills were just as famous as his eccentricity. "You are the God of the Forge: Hephaestus!"

But I want her to know we can take care of her too. “You should rest and best to not be running the stove wearing a sheet, and if your heat was to start while you were cooking, things could go bad. And we can cook, just not as good as you.” Godric assured, gently lifting her off my lap and back to the sofa. Isis sighed. “Alright. What will you make?” she asked, watching me intently as I stood up. Godric returned control to me since cooking was human work. “There are a few things I’m good at. How about breakfast for dinner. I’ll make my famous chocolate chip pancakes with breakfast sausage topped with fresh strawberries, whipped cream, and a drizzle of chocolate.” I offered.

Xiao Long and Xue Ruo ate only one thigh each, and it was very big for Xue Ruo. When she ate it, Xue Ruo kept saying that this meat was the most delicious meat he had ever eaten. Xiao Long only smiles when he sees her. Of course, his foods could not be compared to anything else because he had the knowledge of a Chef God, who became a god of cooking. The next day, firebirds flew at full speed and reached the doorstep of the sect in half a day. Two of the same gate guards, when Xiao Long first went to the sect, were surprised to see him with Elder Xue Ruo.