Novel & Cerita God Of Cooking

“God, Damon, you can stop trying to make me feel better already. I’m not just bad at cooking, I’m a goddamn culinary disaster! I didn’t even know some ingredients aren’t meant to go together! I swear, I’m never gonna cook again. Ever! If I accidentally killed you because I was too pigheaded about playing chef… I would die out of heartbreak!” Hearing her swearing kitchen duty off somehow made Damon let out a breath of relief. Well, every dark cloud had its silver lining, he supposed. Not everyone had the impervious guts of the gods to process Jeanette’s food. Damon had only managed to do that through sheer willpower in suppressing his body’s revolt. A semi-serious food poisoning incident in e

Then, while Orlov and the handmaidens set the table, the husband and wife prepared the cake of a woman from a small town, whose only dream was to pass down the recipe through the ages. “You know, this is quite a fun holiday. Cooking with you is so much more fun than with Kassio,” Ivan commented as he whisked the wet ingredients together. “Oh? Is that because you two can’t decide on how to cook?” “Kassio has been my teacher in a lot of things since I first came to Ichares, but sometimes he needs to humble himself in the eyes of a cooking God.” “Oh?” Ursa challenged with a raised eyebrow. “Cooking God, you say?”

" 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.”

“Seems like you want to try it out. I see…. “I don't Nana Lulu, I have no reason to. The celestial god needs his elixir, besides grandfather can only make one for him every year ten years. I've always wondered what was special about the stupid elixir. I had no idea it'd be that powerful.” “Well it is. Don't get fascinated by the human world my boy. A god interacting with a human never ends well. Humans are not good people.” She flashed a warm smile and left. Axel found himself thinking about doing the unthinkable when she was gone. He was going to steal the celestial god's elixir from his grandfather's chamber and approach the beautiful maiden once again. Not as an invisible spirit this time

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.

He whispered. The plate fell from my hand as I looked at him with my jaw hanging. He made this??? "Goddess! I can't believe this! You made all of this?" He clicked his tongue in annoyance, "What is so unbelievable about it?" Suddenly, the sunlight from the window seemed to be falling on him like a glittering spotlight. He could cook! The Demon King slash Lycan King was also a culinary king! Wow! "So, you made this…for me?" I asked and he nodded. "But when did you get the time?"