God Of Cooking Novels & Stories

he teases, earning a playful smack on his arm from me. “Fuck you!” I exclaimed, gripping the spatula tighter, ready to swat him some more. “I can cook just fine, besides you covered me in sweat!” he chuckles and gives me an apologetic bow as I roll my eyes. “I think you are forgetting the moon goddess celebration where you both burnt and under cooked the meat,” he smirks as he jabs me with his elbow as I frown, crossing my arms over my chest. “Ha ha, steak is supposed to be bloody in the middle,” he arched his brow skeptically. “But not frozen,” he reminds me as I shudder. I give him a pout as I look at all the groceries, still not sure what to make.

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."

I wrinkled my nose acting as there it was trash despite knowing that it wasn't I just wanted to bring down his ego but he wasn't letting me do that. "You can save those lies for people who actually believe them. I know that I am a god in the kitchen, I am just trying to be modest. You should pay me for my services and still give me my kiss right after. This is too much for just a homemade meal." He boasted.

Lazy confidence. He was stirring something in a pan, humming under his breath. As if it were normal for him to be half-naked, barefoot, sautéing vegetables in her kitchen like some domestic sex god. She blinked. Twice. He glanced over his shoulder. “You good?” he asked, completely unfazed. “...Are you cooking?” she asked dumbly. “No, I’m summoning spirits.” He flipped something in the pan with impressive skill. “Of course I’m cooking. Your fridge was a crime scene. I ran to the corner store and got real food. You’re welcome.”

Nneoma looked at him amazed. 'I didn't know you could cook so well.’ 'Don't commend me till you have tasted them!' She laughed softly, nodding. Then, she said a quiet prayer. 'O God Everlasting Father, thou who art enthroned above all the worlds, thou who art the father of all mankind, we thy children are before thee. Thank you, father, for today, for your love and for your kindness upon our souls. Thank you for the meal before us. Thank you for granting me and Richard this opportunity to be together. I pray in the name of Christ our Lord.’

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.”

If it works the way Agnes has told me then it will be perfect to know all of the Eclipse pack's secrets. I laid out the ingredients before me and started to cook. I was an excellent cook, I had cooked with my father a lot of times. It was only him and I, so, we did everything together. Even though he lost his legs but he didn't lose his spirit. He loved me and raised me to be a better man but the thirst for revenge has overpowered his teaching. I shook my head to get rid of all these thoughts and finally focus on the task at hand — to cook a perfect meal for Serena Black.

He took a firm stand by showing disgust when she served him his own dish, to evoke her, to venture on her own. Gael shifted his position and picked a cooking magazine under the table. "Here, in this magazine are articles of all chefs, specializing in different cooking styles or you can call it cooking fashion based on their plating presentation. Your father's cooking was, in fact, exceptional, but where's yours? You need to have that specialty where people will seek your dishes." His explanation cleared her mind. "Thank you, Sir. Thank you." Asha's face brightened and her eyes were misty. "I'm happy you led me to the right path. Now I understand my father more. Thank you."

How gentlemanly. He plunged his fork into the rice, his gaze fixed on the saucy food on his plate. “Cooking wasn’t too bad,” he began. “It involves dicing chicken, deep-frying it, then stir-frying it with ginger, garlic, scallions, and hot chili peppers in a sauce made from sugar, soy sauce, rice vinegar, and rice wine.” He smiled faintly and shifted his gaze to me, his eyes lighting up as he laughed. “It’s what the chef on YouTube did.” His infectious laughter made me smile, revealing a peaceful side of Caden that my dream had unveiled.

He wondered out loud, “Old Zab, what do you mean by this? You must be more specific. Are you saying that GPE is involved in all of this?” “That’s right!” Jim nodded and replied, “GPE is the mastermind behind all of these chaotic events! They had been working toward creating a God all these years.” “Creating a God!” Tyr was flabbergasted as soon as these words were spoken. “GPE intend to create a God? Are they f*cking nuts?” “They haven’t gone crazy, but their plan is too absurd. Yet, they’re about to accomplish this unimaginable feat.”