Gordon Ramsay Gifs Novels & Stories

The auditioner cast a glance at Thomas and realized that Thomas still did not show any expression. There was no other way. The auditioner forced himself to say, “Please start cooking.” Following that, Griffin set up the table and immediately prepared his famous dish for the auditioner, which was grilled fish with garlic butter sauce. Griffin only had one arm, but his speed in handling the ingredients was fast and accurate. He was more skillful with one arm compared with other people with two arms. His cutting skills, duration of cooking, and the use of ingredients, everything was extremely right on point.

It is happening. The appetizers arrive, and immediately every thought disappears. Jen takes one bite of her scallops. Her eyes widen, and she covers her mouth. I laugh, “Is it good?” She nods immediately. I try my risotto. And yeah. I understand why Gordon Ramsay expects perfection, as this is it. We exchange bites because obviously we have to. This is once in a lifetime.

In no time, they were already seated in the venue hall with a plate of various dishes on the table. "Boris might not be much of a good person, but I will be lying to myself if I say that he doesn’t have an eye for good things. I mean, just look at all these beautiful French dishes!" Gina said with excitement as she took pictures of the food with her phone while Ralph watched her with a bored expression. "Don’t tell me you are gonna eat that?" Ralph asked when Gina suddenly picked up her cutlery. "Don’t tell me you’re not gonna eat because the food is coming from your worst enemy?" Gina asked, already devouring the food.

He also prepares brown rice, egg scrambled, creamy cheesy chicken breast. In 23 minutes he was done and smiling to himself proudly he started plating the table. Emma, who was just hiding behind the stairs waiting for him to call her, keenly watches his muscles flex of back and arms as he stretches. Her eyes were having a feast staring at him like that and wished he was shirtless instead of wearing that darn shirt which was hiding his hot sexy body underneath it.

“You do realize that there are a lot of things out there that you can eat, right? Instant noodles can only get you to nowhere. And you’re supposed to be a doctor!” “Hey! I’m a general surgeon, not a dietician!” I narrowed my eyes in offence. I had to protect the dignity of my ramen, even if I lose some of mine. “Still a doctor.” Gustav sighed and turned back to the fridge, bringing out a bowl of day old rice, some breakfast sausages and some eggs. I think I had a fair idea of what he might be making, so I decided to help him…verbally. “The scallions and the ginger-garlic paste are at the bottom drawer.”

I finished the stir-fry, arranged it on a plate, and made my way back to his room. Handing it to him, I waited for him to take the first bite so I could finally get some rest. But Mr. Graham took one taste and immediately spat it out, his face twisted in disgust. “Weren’t you taught how to measure salt? What on earth is this?” I was stunned. “There’s nothing wrong with it, Sir! I tasted it myself before bringing it here.” I reached to take a taste, but before I could, he took the plate and flung it across the floor. The food scattered everywhere, and my heart leapt in shock.

They sat in folding chairs, arms crossed, glancing between me and the counters like they were expecting a pop quiz. I started with something easy: how to properly hold a knife. How to dice an onion without crying. How to make rice that doesn’t stick to the bottom of the pan. Then I broke down a carrot—long, slow, precise strokes—and talked them through the difference between a roux and a reduction. One girl—Rosa—watched every move. She raised her hand. “You don’t act famous.” I smiled. “That’s because I’m not.” She grinned back. “You should be.”

I clamped my lips tightly together, holding back a bloody roar of pure agony that threatened to rip through my throat. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I squeezed my eyes shut, taking deep, furious breaths through my nose. I couldn't scream. I couldn't let Divina hear that things were going terribly wrong down here. I had boasted to her face that I was going to cook her a delicious meal. I had kissed her forehead. I had made her laugh. I could not mess this up. "Great job, Gordon Ramsay," Onyx drawled inside my head, his tone laced with heavy sarcasm. "You just declared war on a vegetable oil and lost the first round."

I raised my eyebrows at the two innocent looking culprits sporting red faces, red lips and new injuries judging by the fact that they were both rubbing their foreheads. I let them have their moment of embarrassment while I wandered my gaze to the kitchen. Seemed like they might not have been performing their scandalous activities for a long time after all. My kitchen, which some hours ago, had looked like a lonely kitchen of a person who'd died some hundred years ago before he had a chance to use it, it was now turned into a place Gordon Ramsay might fall in love with.

It wasn’t hunger in her stomach. Gia had never seen a man cook before and found herself wondering if they all looked this attractive. Raven wasn’t bluffing; his smooth movements as he chopped onions, whisked eggs, and prepared corn were efficient and organized, even in the unfamiliar, old-fashioned kitchen. Raven's one-handed flipping of the omelet in the pan was undeniably sexy. The more time Gia spent around Raven, the more she realized how crazy it was to think she could live with him normally. How could she resist all this daily temptation?