Hollup Let Him Cook Novels & Stories

Cole spoke with firmness and authority well beyond his years. “I’m happy to let it all go, start fresh over a big feed” Hina said with a wave of her hand, “Of course, my wife and the she-wolves have been hard at work in the kitchen for hours. The food will be out shortly. In the meantime, shall we fill you in on the plan so far?” Lupus said with his loud voice booming like always.

Lena arrives twenty minutes late carrying a bowl of potato salad above her head like she's delivering a trophy. "I made this." Joseph looks at the bowl. “Should we be worried?" "I watched three tutorials." Sandra hugs her. "I'm proud of you." "You haven't tasted it yet." "I'm proud of your confidence." Lena notices me standing beside the grill. "Still cooking?" "I'm supervising." She lifts an eyebrow. "So…... someone else is cooking." "The grill and I have reached an understanding." "The understanding being?" "It does the work." Sandra laughs into my shoulder.

Lance turned on Claire and grinned a triumphant grin. “I smell steak,” said Hoon, sniffing through the kitchen. Just after his nose had sniff the delicious meal, his stomach grumbled in hunger. “Oops.” Max ruffled his hair. “Go on, it’s ready. Lance, you come too, I cooked enough for us.” he said and motioned Lance with his hand to come with them.

“Huh? Do you know how to cook?” Elliot glanced at her and mimicked her, “Why do you look down on me like that?” He turned off the stove and then took a pot and picked up the crab. Sophia spoke as if she was the expert, “You should just leave them on the floor. They’ll run away from the pot, you know.” Elliot grinned but kept quiet and continued to put the crabs into the pot. He then found a rather large lid to close it so the crabs could not escape.