Holy Chef Crazy Empress Novels & Stories

"The Empress is dead. I saw her body myself." Cafer knew that only definitive proof would work at this point, and yet he technically had none. "Is that so?" An all-too-familiar voice said behind him. "Tell me what my body looked like, Chief Cafer?" The crowd cheered, "Glory to the Empress!" The Chief balled his fists and turned to look at the Empress. She looked so fierce, that he unconsciously took a step away from her. Her blue-flecked eyes exuded confidence. Cafer marveled at the transformation.

However , that didn't mean that the chef of the canteen didn't look at her with a highly affronted expression that literally screamed 'how dare you ' when she said that she wanted to cook congee for Si Ye Han . Even now Jiang Ning could feel the pointed glare of the head chef as he glared at her back through the canteen area .She knew that the chef was waiting for her to make a joke out of herself after all she was Si Ye Han 's wife , a superstar singer and an heir to the Jiang cooperation . In short she was supposed to be a pampered young lady.

Cecily resolved to inquire after this connection from the head maid in the morning. “She must be blessed by some deity to somehow keep evading death!” screamed Lady Tatya, violently throwing a priceless vase across her room. The maid cowered in the corner as she was forced to stand and play target to the mad noblewoman. “How could you possibly mess up and poison the EMPEROR?” “My Lady, it was the Emperor! He toasted the Empress! I could do nothing! I was lucky enough to convince everyone that the Empress poisoned His Majesty!”

People in his empire respected his love and devotion to the Empress, as well as his devotion to the empire. Back on the Mainland, Valerie is astonished to discover some familiar-looking but different-named cuisine on a long table in the dining hall; she is also surprised by how large and massive the room is. She believed this dining hall was two times larger and more luxurious than the 5-stars and hotels she had visited. When she sat on the expensive-looking chair, she remembered what happened earlier when she asked about the Emperor's whereabouts. Flashback, … “Also, where is the Emperor?” Valerie inquires of Betty as the four maids assist her in her medium-sized dressing room. They all hea

did she just used that rag to clean his mouth? The lips other ladies out there are willing to pay a million dollars for,she just cleaned it with a dirty old rag?!. Annie shook her head as she got inside the kitchen. Her stomach is empty. Maybe she should eat the remaining pasta. She went to the pot and opened it just to find..... What?!!!?. An empty pot?!!!??!!!!!!. *

She can't think of anyone who has the same appearance as the man, or she's simply too disoriented right now. He smiled sarcastically and said, "I'm your answer, Empress." Cristine's uncertainty persisted. She has no trust in this man. She is more likely to trust her instincts than a total stranger. He replied, with sympathy for Cristine, "You still haven't changed, my empress, you are still you, weak." Cristine was at a loss for words. She's not sure if she should just kill him now or torture him first. Cristine chuckled. "You're so arrogant?" she joked.

Tommy was an excellent cook like Adrian. Kristen and Adrian had agreed to hire a cook and that she would learn a few recipes. Patricia, a middle aged woman, came in to cook different dishes during the weekend and they would microwave whatever they wanted. Patricia was very nice and kept encouraging Kristen to learn more dishes. She was convinced that she would become a world renowned chef one day. Kristen couldn’t bring herself to agree to that reasoning.

She had no intention of showing her face to anyone today. "Please, Miss," Hana said as she served a plate of egg sandwiches. "Thank you," Carista replied, then took a glass of mineral water and the egg sandwich. "Wow, this girl seems really hungry," Elgar said, dismissing Hana and the two servants. Carista paid no attention and devoured everything as if she were starving. Her mood was also not great this morning. She felt something was off but didn't understand what had happened. "I want to take a shower and go to the hospital—"

she continued, glancing at her wristwatch as she lit her cigarette. "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Chloe," I stammered. "This is different. It's... it's urgent." She exhaled a cloud of smoke, looking at me with a raised eyebrow. "You always have some new emergency or another, Selena. What is it this time?" she asked, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Your grandmother is sick and you want a leave to take care of her, I suppose?" she added, sounding almost bored. I knew she was just being her usual arrogant self, but I couldn't help but feel a little bit hurt.

“And now for our final item of the evening — a private dinner prepared by the award-winning chef Matteo Ricci, hosted in the penthouse dining room of the Astoria Hotel.” The crowd murmured with excitement. Chef Matteo Ricci was famous. His restaurant had a two-year waiting list. “Starting bid: ten thousand dollars.” Paddles went up immediately. “Fifteen thousand.” “Twenty thousand.” “Thirty thousand.” Sophie leaned toward Adriana. “You should bid.” “Why?” “Because it’s for charity.” Adriana sighed. Then she lifted her paddle. “Fifty thousand.” The room went quiet for a moment. Whispers spread.