Holy Chef Crazy Empress Novels & Stories

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 asked the empress with the confidence she had always carried since she was born. “You don’t have to”, Azar said to her, “You have not even had any meal since you arrived” “I don’t think anyone here cares about that. Besides, it’s fine, I can train. Depends on what I have to learn today”, Kaliyah replied. The empress's lips pulled up, showing a tight smile, “That is good, follow me”, she said and walked out of the kitchen. “If you’re not thinking about yourself, think about the baby”, Azar was quick to say.

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.

"Let's go and report to Royal Cook Margret. I'm sure she would be interested to know what happened here." Glancing one last time in the direction the crowd disappeared in, Haily turned and headed towards the Royal Kitchen. Meanwhile, Max and Selena stood at the entrance of the Ballroom with Damon and Bridgette. The matter of the Emperor claiming a kitchen staff as his mate reached the ears of those in the Ballroom. "The Lykan Emperor's mate is a kitchen staff? Seriously?" Max covered his mouth to suppress his laughter. The hilarity of the entire situation made him feel incredulous.

Emma walked, wearing an apron with a writing ‘Never Trust a Skinny chef’ written on it and an eager gleam in her eyes. Zahir's jaw dropped, and Zian looked bewildered. "What's she doing here?" Zahir exclaimed. “What are you doing here?” Zian asked sternly. He is still angry with her for hiding Zada’s relationship from him. Emma flashed a mischievous grin. "I am here to spice things up, obviously. Since I am planning to marry one of the infamous Ahmed triplets in the future and go on a Himalayan trip on his sports bike, I thought I would join this culinary challenge and prove my worth to those who think they can remain angry with me and not talk with me." Emma said, narrowing her eyes at Zian

she mumbled, which made my eyebrows furrow. "What do you mean, Empress?" I asked curiously. She raised her head and looked at me before she answered in a deadpan tone, "I am a doctor, and I always urged my patients to eat such bland foods for their good, but right now that I am in this state, I can already relate to them when they say that hospital foods suck." I can’t help but laugh when I hear this from her. I didn’t know that the Empress could joke with a straight face. I saw that Mark covered his mouth, but I know that he was just stopping himself from laughing out loud as he dragged the chair and sat on it.

She looked at the meal in front of her and told Step, “Get this away from my face. I am not in the mood to eat.” Step fiddled with her hands and said, stuttering, “Y-Your Ma-majesty… it is e-essential if you eat. It is important so you will have strength, your body will be healthie—” “Are you seriously lecturing the empress right now?” Her voice was displeased. She waved her hands and explained, “I…. I didn’t mean—”