God Of Cooking Novels & Stories

he said, waving his hands at me in an up-and-down motion, “is the problem“ My jaw dropped in shock I could not believe the nerve of this ghost. “What? You can not be serious? How am I a problem to myself?!" I shouted. “You are not patient when cooking and believe me when I say that, that in itself can affect your cooking in so many ways." “Oh, yeah?“ "Yes, dimwit.“ "How so? Because I don't believe there is anything like that." “Oh, yes there is, Amanda! It can affect the taste of your dish and its appearance."

She was planning to start taking online cooking classes hosted by the most popular chef in Singapore named chef Grant White. Stella had always admired him right from when she was a little girl, she admired him even more because her father had always wanted to be a good chef like him, each times his popular TV show called G-Chef House comes on, her dad would always watch and she will follow him to watch you, the only person that didn't care was little Jace who was always following his mom about in the kitchen.

" Can you believe Jonathan is such a good cook that this happened?! I'm always trying to keep in shape, but he .... cooks too well!" I cook?! Too well?! Revenge comes early, Hazel! " My son cooking? He's the CEO of Turner Enterprises, there's no way a powerful man like him would go into the kitchen." Obviously, my mother wouldn't believe that I cook too well. I can do a few things, like boiled eggs and salads, but nothing more. " You don't know how much he's changed! Jonathan cooks octopus to perfection!"

Men like this heroic young healer. "I am the last of my kind mate," the teen boasted, ignoring the danger he was in by sharing this information. "I swapped teams, init?" he said, puffing out his small chest. His frame was small and angelic looking, but his aura reeked of cruelty. He told tales of his exploits, revelling in the glory of the pain he had caused in the name of an old god. A god named technology - the oldest of all the gods. "I am the technical GOD - he explained - blagging to the real GOD of CODE.

again. Kane was always there with us. He patiently taught Xavier how to fight and shoot, and every night, he’d read him bedtime stories. The way he looked at me was no longer the respectful gaze of a subordinate toward his superior. There was something deeper, one I couldn’t quite understand. One afternoon, I was working in the study when Kane came in. He set a cup of hot tea by my hand. “Godmother, you should rest.” “Call me Pia,” I said, meeting his eyes.

I swear to God I will set this house on fire. Reply: I’ll be there now. A moment later, the door swung open. Damian walked in, arms crossed. “What now?” “Damian,” I hissed. “You were married to Arianna. I mean to me. You’re my husband right?” “Yes?” “Did you ever learn her—I mean my—me. Oh shit my recipes?” “What are you talking about?” “I CAN’T COOK.” He blinked. “What?” “I. CAN’T. COOK. Not today. Not ever. I don’t know who taught Arianna to be a renowned cook but I’m Ashley. I make microwave noodles and burn them.”

The celestial god had bridged a gap between gods and humans a long time ago. He watched her run in the garden like a three years old child with no care in the world. Her laughter rang in the wind like soft bells. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Adjusting the flowers, he walked toward her confident. His mind was made up, he was going to talk to her, and they were going to be friends. Soon, he got to where she stood with a wide grin plastered on his face. He extended the flowers to her. But to his dismay, she walked past him. He followed her, hoping she’d accept his flowers. But it was almost like he wasn't there. He realized she could not see him. She had no idea someone

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.

It feels like I was pushing a huge rock and didn’t make it to move. Anubis smiled in a sinister way. His eyes stare back at me with his black orbs’ pupils. “This isn’t funny for telling me you are meeting some God. Isn’t that insulting?” “What? —” My voice trailed off, “What are you talking about? Why do you keep talking about a God?” I tried to hide anything that he can tell I know a God. But when I think more of it, his name, and his aura. It isn’t just right like a human. “Are you a God?”

I snorted, "when I am in heaven smiling at you while you are begging on your knees in hell." He chuckles at my words and in the next second, he is holding me by the collar of my clothes. "Oh you think you can go to your heaven?" he menacingly asks. "Yes, because your moon goddess is not even close to anything as my creator" I retorted. "So naïve and so stupid. You think your God will be here to save you" he shouted at me. "He will because my God is a God of so many things that you pitiful creature are not" I spat back holding his gaze.