Holy Chef Crazy Empress の小説・ストーリー

Other than her cooking, Master Ariston never liked anyone’s food, so she became a permanent cook in the mansion. “Patrica, we should stay within our boundaries; over curiosity might get us in trouble,” the old woman, Aunty Hina, who understands the world better than Patricia, said with a thoughtful expression. Patrica lowered her excited eyes as she understood she shouldn’t cross the line at all. She had been working for Master Ariston for over three years, and in these three years, she had never once seen him talk to anyone or care about a human being. Outside of his cold personality, he barely had any life.

The empress hadn't seen him before; her knowledge of him was a patchwork of distant reports and rumors. "Hmm. I had heard... Well, the rumors can't really be trusted. He doesn't look... cursed? No, unsettling, was it?" Her words were flat, as though she didn't care to put too much thought into it. "Yes. A hollow look." Plancina tilted her head slightly. "I saw it in his eyes... but now... something has changed. He looks less like a ghost in a tunic now. More fire." "Fire?" The empress raised an eyebrow, her tone dismissive, as if it didn't really matter. "He's just another descendant. One more rumor. Does it really matter what he is?"

He laughed. "You know, most people would just say thank you." "I didn't build an empire by letting people do things incorrectly." He pointed the gardening shears at me. "There she is." I smiled. Not the CEO. Not the founder. Just Ava. That afternoon, a package arrived. Inside was a leather-bound book. No return address. No note. Just a title embossed in gold. The Women Who Chose. Curious, I opened it. Inside were letters. Hundreds of them.

No doubt, Soheila knew what's the Empress identify. The Empress felt an observing gaze, so she looks around to see who it was and saw Soheila looking at her with a knowing look. The Empress winked at Soheila secretly and mouthed 'secret.' Soheila nodded and guessed what she was saying. “The wives of the four prestigious Clan Masters, they are my friends who came with me here.” The Empress said while looking at Maximo, Zachary, Hector, and Ezekiel. “My mother was not from here?” Hector asked.

“Empress Cynthia would like to teach you a few new things; do not disrespect her; she has the right to punish you if you do anything stupid.” I nodded. “I would do no such thing.” She led me into her chambers, and my stomach churned. “Are you hungry?” she asked. “No.” I lied. “Do you know why I brought you here?” she asked. “No, Empress.” “I want to show you something. Have you ever wondered why the empresses stay young, even for decades?” she asked. “I have wondered, but I hear it’s a gift from the god of light.” “And that is correct.”

he said, leading me into a massive kitchen. My jaw dropped at the scope of what my eyes were seeing. This was a kitchen like you’d see in a restaurant or hotel. There were at least four kitchen islands and just things, everywhere. There were also people everywhere. He led me to a very short woman with graying brown hair and a chef's coat. “Greta this is my fated mate, Emilia,” he said, nodding his head. “Ohh! Oh what a happy day! What can I get you sweet girl, anything you want,” she said, reaching for my cheek.

It all made sense after she explained to me that the Emperor's health clerics come every day to cross-check the Emperor's feeding process, and if there is a suspicion that the Emperor misses a meal, there will be a penalty. Ridiculous! Extremely ridiculous! Arnold knows about it but doesn't even try to stop such a thing. The chef continued to beg me, mentioning that since I was favoured to be his first female maid, I could convince him. I reassured her that I would try my best and she left. A few minutes later, Fatou walked out of the villa. The venomous stare I got from her when she passed beside me made my stomach churn painfully.

Emma said "In your own messed up, meddling way. And speaking of helping friends.. What time is this thing we're doing tonight? ------------------------------------------- Emma pushed through the doors leading into the huge, industrial kitchen. With a world-famous chef renowned for magic with food, a sous chef and army of station and line cooks bustling around the stainless steel countertops and range stoves, the area hummed with activity. Under ordinary circumstances, she would've been enthralled, attempting to soak up whatever knowledge she could from the professionals attending. But right now that wasn't possible.

Zeke winced. “First it was the minotaurs.” Posy stated. “Then Nerius.” Hunter pointed out. “Those two mermaids.” Indrick finished. “I’m sorry Empress, but you are a damsel in distress.” “Oh no.” Oz whispered. “A damsel?” I yelled. “I...I am not a damsel in distress! I am an Empress! A powerful woman!” “You are, Empress.” Hunter agreed. “However...you do seem to be taken a lot. I mean I was knocked out and you were snatched.”

In order to order the cuisine the empress desires, he went out with her to restaurants. For three days, His Majesty kept to himself and kept quiet as he considered what to say to the wives of the presidents of the nine continents. In order to thank the celestial lords and inform them of his situation, he went to his private room. To inform his Majesty that there is a bright esecence in the private quarters of the Evergreen Continent president, Angel Dora made an appearance in person. Your wife will recover right away and without any deformities if you can able to get it and put it in her mouth. One must work quite hard to acquire it.