Hollup Let Him Cook Novels & Stories

"Huh! Cook by yourself don't order me! " "Please" "I don't want to! Just buy your red velvet at the Bake shop! Get out of here, you're a nuisance! " I said angrily. He's very picky! He can cook if he wants to! He took a deep breath as if he had given up "Okay I won't cook anymore. I'll just want help you" he said. “No need Hilda and I can do this " "I forgot ma'am we're going to the market now" Hilda said suddenly

Hills, however, continued his threat. "-I'll challenge you to a cook-off and publicly humiliate you." Bruno managed a shaky laugh. "That's... actually fair." "You think?" Mr. Hills' face suddenly turned grave and his eyes darkened. Bruno swallowed. "She's my baby. Seriously. Don't mess up." Mr. Hills warned. Bruno swallowed hard again. He imagined: Mr. Hills in a chef's uniform, wielding two flaming machetes, with flames in the background, as he crazily chopped a suspiciously-shaped eggplant that seemed to be the same size as Bruno's.

Hollis snorted between bites, not really believing it’d been contaminated, but hoping he’d confess a reason to back up this odd behavior. “Just the usual ingredients...oh by the way, were you ever planning on telling me you’re finally seeing someone?” God. He looked so happy it was ridiculous. Hollis rolled her eyes and shoved the last bit of pancakes into her mouth quickly. While chewing, she tried thinking of ways to detour the conversation, but her mind drew a complete blank.

Hollis hesitated for a moment before finally taking a bite, his expression softening as he savored the taste. “How was it?” I asked, licking my spoon clean. Hollis smiled. “Not bad, but still too sweet for my liking.” I laugh, knowing that it was a small victory in getting him to try something new. “Well, at least now you know what you’re missing out on,” I tease, enjoying the moment of sharing my favorite treat with him.

If he hadn't thought about what he was going to do next, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to cook today. His impression of the big villain improved slightly. Although the three of them didn't talk much during this meal, the atmosphere was very harmonious. Jack was quite satisfied in his heart. Almost all the dishes he cooked were finished, which was the greatest affirmation of his cooking skills. Even the little brat Leo who was born to Hazel gave him face and didn't pick on him. Seeing that Hazel and Leo had put down their chopsticks, Jack spoke up, "Drink the soup." Hazel glanced at her small belly and sighed helplessly. She was already very full.

Willow was the one who had brought the gray shirt for him. He stood in the kitchen and cooked his special dish—pasta. The confined space didn't diminish his natural elegance. Under the bright kitchen lights, his sharp features were accentuated. Like an exquisite painting, he was definitely God's masterpiece. Willow held a cup of hot cocoa while leaning against the door, staring at his tall figure. This was the first time she discovered that Julian could cook.

Every night he did not think about his Aunt and wished in his dreams that he would meet her. "What did she bring for me?" “Your favorite dish, chicken parmigiana.” “I want to eat that now!” he exclaimed enthusiastically. "You are annoying huh? You don't even want to eat the food I prepared." Holly grumbled as she walked towards the kitchen. "Your cooking is not good. Aunt Blakely is the best." “Wait in the tv room, I will prepare your food. I don't want to get a sudden surprise anyway." Holly exclaimed sarcastically. She pushed Arthur's back a little harder until the boy nearly fell forward. Fortunately, Arthur managed to stabilize his feet well and he immediately ran to the tv room without

he remarked, with a warm smile. "Thanks." I said the only word that came to mind. My voice was still throaty. "Hungry?" Maxine asked and I nodded. He stood up and led me to a small dining space obviously made for just two people. "Hollis is in the kitchen, he will be out pretty soon." He whispered this for God knows why but I nodded. "There you are, did you rest well?" Came a voice I didn't fail to recognize. I turned to see Hollis strolling out of the kitchen, a cardboard box with green symbols in one hand. He looked too handsome for a Cartel Boss. Feeling the weight of the other man’s stare, I tucked my hair behind my ears and shifted uncomfortably.

“Joel…” “I cannot assure you of its taste,” he chuckled again, acting like he was having the time of his life. “But at least, the turkey is properly cooked. I looked up a video on YouTube and… don’t look at me like that. These days, YouTube is the bomb for cooking videos.” “I’m not looking at you because of that.” “Then what?” “I’m not hungry, so I guess I’m just going to wait over there until you are done eating.”

Sarah laughed holding her stomach. "Stop laughing Sarah, please." Hannah half yelled. "Okay, okay, so tell me, where is he now?" Sarah asked. "I sent him off to get me tampons, you don't know what he did, I was crying while eating it because the food tasted so salty and the pepper in it, gosh, it's better not to say it, and he was insisting that he wants to taste." Hannah retorted. Sarah chuckled. "You should have let him taste it, next time he won't try cooking, he is only meant to stand in front of the camera, sign more contracts and count dollars, cooking is definitely out of it." Sarah blurted.