God Of Cooking の小説・ストーリー

"Did you think that I'm a master chef who knows how to cook everything?" Vermont laughed and said, "To me, you're better than a master chef. You're literally the goddess of cooking." Felicity was flattered but remained humble. "Galantine has many steps and requires a lot of ingredients. It'll take me a few days to prepare."

"Uncle Chad, it's time for dinner!" Uncle Chad? He was not used to being called that! Chad muttered to himself as he stored the USB drive and asked, "You're quite good at cooking. Where did you learn this?" Gisella smiled and pulled out a bound book, saying, "I learned from this book, Mystical Cuisine." Chad was stunned, but after carefully inspecting the meal Gisella prepared, he could not help but be impressed. Chad wrote the book Mystical Cuisine, which summarized his experiences and recipes for medicinal cuisine.

"What kind of work do you know? Do you know how to cook?" She swallowed hard when she heard his question. She could do all the household chores except for cooking. "Ahm, no. But I can clean your house and do your laundry. The only thing I can't do is cooking. When God distributed talents for cooking, I must have been in a deep sleep and didn't get even a little bit of talent about it," she replied to Gabriel. She bit her lower lip. Maybe because she doesn't know how to cook, he will kick her out of his house.

The young man knew that ever since she did not show up at their meeting place back then, she was all over his head. Henry once used God to keep his word shut. Back then, his life was in chaos, and Khana was the sole hope his young self had. But she never showed up on that day and place. In the depths of despair, Henry had lost his one true love, the woman who held the key to his heart. Consumed by grief and desperate to find solace, he sought refuge in the embrace of the divine, becoming a priest to find purpose and heal the wounds left by his shattered romance.

THE heavens never spoke in whispers. They roared. Kael knelt at the edge of the celestial dais, his skin stripped of its golden glow, blackened now with the mark of divine betrayal. The air around him shimmered with judgment, each breath thick with the rancid stench of mortality. Above him, the gods loomed, their faces carved from the cold light of eternity. Their eyes held neither pity nor forgiveness—only a cruelty as infinite as the stars. “You, the god of storms, who once commanded the skies,” boomed the All-Father, his voice rattling the cosmos, “have desecrated the sacred laws. You dared to love what is beneath us. A mortal. A fleeting ember among our eternal flame.”

“The sprites.” “Then learn from them. Let them teach you. Use the utensils that are available to you. Don’t try to be a star chef your first time. Use measuring cups and spoons. That’s the key, sweetheart. Those sprites, and any of the other kitchen omegas, can look at an ingredient and know exactly how much to put in the recipe. I still don’t know how to do that. That’s not my skill. I’m a fighter, a protector, a comforter. And that’s what you are too, Malin. You and I, we weren’t meant to be cooks, thank goodness. How many times have you heard me say that the Moon Goddess doesn’t make mistakes? If she did, we’d be cooks, and our packs would most likely be dead from food poisoning.” I laugh

He was intently studying me, dark blue eyes steady on my face and I had a feeling nothing got past his watchful gaze. “Nineteen.” “Did you learn cooking from anywhere?” “No. I just picked it up as a hobby. The little I know is from watching my grandmother.” “Do you have a job currently?” “Yes, as a stocking clerk slash cashier at a bookstore a few blocks down from where I stay.” “Hmm.” He hummed, seeming deep in thought. Then he suddenly got up. “Come with me.”

The kitchen was a cathedral of copper and marble. I sat at a long wooden table that could have seated twenty people. A plate of food appeared in front of me without anyone visibly putting it there. Eggs. Toast. Sliced fruit arranged like a fan. I stared at it like it might bite me. "It's not poisoned." Kael sat across from me, holding a cup of black coffee. He didn't drink it. He just held it. Maybe he liked the warmth. Maybe he liked pretending to be human.

The mighty don't notice the small. Elena said nothing. Her father continued, “They say the War God is mighty and powerful in a way most people will never understand. No one dares speak when he says no. No one even coughs or breathes wrong in his presence. It’s said he fought bravely in the last war. — In all of this, here is the part you need to hear — he needs you just as much as you need him.”

We were all young people of the modern era, making our way in the world. Who among us hadn't picked up a few simple, foolproof recipes from food bloggers? Besides, if the goal was to prepare dishes that could heal illnesses, that was even easier. The medical texts I could purchase from the system's marketplace—others could buy them too. When the queen remained silent for a long moment, the accountant finally lifted his head. Seeing that the person before him was me, a flash of resentment flickered in his eyes.