God Of Cooking Novels & Stories

I say indignantly, crossing my arms over my chest. They let out a carefree laugh as they continue to help themselves in my kitchen. “I knew I would love you; such a quick wit.” I take a step forward. “It’s Ezillus, right?” They beam at me in clear delight. “Jartre’s told you about me! I’m honoured.” I place my keys and phone on the kitchen counter and then lean against it. “So, what are you the God of? Breaking and Entering?” They let out an amused snort. “In simple terms, I’m the God of the Elements.”

She slurped and finished it cleanly. One bowl was not enough, so she drank three bowls in a row. After she finished it, her face was glowing, and she was extremely energetic. It seemed that she had regained some of her senses. Everyone present was amazed after they saw it. They felt that Griffin’s skills were extraordinary. He was the reincarnation of the God of Cooking. Thomas smiled and took the lead in applauding him. Other people also applauded the one-armed chef from their hearts. They gave him the most sincere applause.

Clio said and Erica smiled in response. As Erica walked around in the kitchen exploring it even more she came to know that, the kitchen was not only filled with magical beings but also possessed its own enchanted appliances. The oven, named Ember, had a personality of its own. It could sense the perfect temperature and cooking time for each dish, ensuring that everything that emerged from its depths was perfectly cooked and bursting with flavors.

Philips snorted. Caleb squinted his eyes at Hayden. “I think I wanted to tell Uncle Mike to bake the celebrant seven-layer cake, which consisted of different flavors… He shook his head pitifully. “Alas! It seems the celebrant is annoyed with me and won't take anything from me…” “Get the f*** going now before I kick you out,” Hayden said. __ “Chef Mike should be called the cooking god.” Philip continued. “Tell Father we need Chef Mike Honorable cooking in here,” Hayden said to Caleb satisfactorily.

“Yeah, well. People change.” Ricardo raised a suspicious brow. “So now you pray?” “Yes,” I said solemnly. “When food this holy appears, you show respect.” He shook his head, chuckling under his breath, but folded his hands anyway. “Fine. Lead the way, Pope Ryan.” I bowed my head slightly and mumbled, “Dear God, thank you for this food. Thank you for sparing Ricardo’s fingers. And thank you for cinnamon and YouTube tutorials. Amen.” Ricardo laughed quietly, shaking his head as I grinned.

Fish crab, Raclette Kappacasein and pan cheese with cornichon. Miss Janet said he loved to have his dinner immediately when he came home from work. I read the cooking recipe and I was good to go. Talking about a good cook, I knew I was one. My mother had enrolled in cooking class in high school. That was where I discovered my cooking ,baking and design talents. I was so cool and good that I received a lot of appraisal. I got awards many times in competitions and right now, I totally forgot all my talents . Circumstances had made it so and it pained me.

And I immediately wonder where the cocky bastard had run off to. I take back the spoon from him and have a taste. And, hmmmmm....it tasted heavenly, I can't believe he is also a amazing cook, not just a sexy man. The moon Goddess definitely has her favourites... His searching my face for some kind of confirmation and I nod my head at him.. "it's ...delicious..very delicious" I quickly take another bite of it. He's grinning from ear to ear from my compliment. "Where and how did you learn to cook like this?"

How can cooking be this difficult! Leaning my back against the chair, I took a moment to steady my breathing, feeling utterly exhausted. I had no idea how many cod I had ruined by now. It was a lot. I turned to Genna; she still looked full of energy as she cleaned up all the mess. “If you’re having trouble, you can just cook eggs.” I didn’t speak, but my expression changed when I heard what she said. “What matters is the intention, Sir.” At last, I stood up, letting out a long breath. “No. I’m going to make something special for them.”

As they arrived at the dining table, they all took their seats and began feasting on their food with less conversation. “This food tastes really good; who is your cook?” Rose said as she munched on her food. She ate the food in delight, savoring every part of it. “I cooked the food,” Mr. Reynolds replied, his face plastered with pride. “You cooked this food?” Rose turned to him, her face baptized with shock. She find it so hard to believe. “Yes, Rose, I cooked this delicacy,” Mr. Reynolds replied quickly. “I guess God blessed me with the gift of cooking, because I never learned it,” Mr. Reynolds continued.

"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.