Holy Chef Crazy Empress Novels & Stories

Hearing this, the Empress could not help but return his smile. Her two shallow dimples appeared when her slender lips curved, giving her a very charming and sweet appearance. She was the Empress of the country, yet an outsider was telling her to act freely. The Empressed turned to one of her attendants. The attendant immediately walked over, took out a piece of cloth, and set it on the chair for the Empress to sit. James asked, “Your Majesty, which age was the Sir Galileo you mentioned just now from? Is he from the Primordial Age, Ancient Heavenly Court Age, or the Primeval Age?”

“What do you propose I make, then?” Matilda studied me with calculating eyes, as though measuring how far she could push me. Finally, she spoke. “Prepare the king’s favorite dish.” The blood drained from my face. Why exactly would I want to prepare something he would enjoy. “What is his favorite?” I asked carefully. A knowing smile flickered at her lips. “Royal Ember-Hot Phoenix.” A legendary dish, complicated, precise, and notoriously unforgiving. “If you fail,” a servant whispered, “the spice could… overwhelm someone.”

“I feel like… I’m burning up… from the inside.” “We have to get Grand Lord Vladya right now!” Emeriel shouted, turning to Madam Livia, unable to hide the terror in her own eyes. “Aekeira is going into full heat!”

It seemed like she had been wrong all this time… Emery did lose her memories and it was only Jadeite who did not want to believe it. “Leave, Emery! This place will kill you!” she cried out before disappearing in the hallway. Still standing where she was, Emery snapped out of her thoughts when someone put a cape over her shoulders. She turned on her heels and came face to face with the emperor. “Your Imperial Highness!” she beamed as if she already had forgotten what happened a few moments ago. She showed him the small container she brought with her. “I was just on my way to give you these cookies we just baked. It’s still warm so try them.”

one of them yelled and they came lunging in my direction. “Let me go!” I yelled back as I ran on the other side of the room and entered what seemed to be the living room. I scanned the vicinity and saw another door and wherever that led to, I did not care as long as I could leave this mansion, that would be alright. Opening the second door, I found myself in a rather dashing kitchen with granite tiles as the counter. It was way much better than the ones I and Forsterite had seen before in the magical waters of Oliviland. Wait, this was not time to be appreciating the room!

The aroma alone filled my nose and I chuckled at the feeling I got from eating Violet's food. I took a spoonful into my mouth and stopped Geez! Violet could cook! She has been pretending this long. Gosh! This was my taste! This was what we call an ideal wife cooking. Guess Violet is taking all measures to be matured in this relationship I wonder why she had a mood swing since we left Jenny's house. She had even prepared all this for me and cannot join me? Weird! When I ate half of the food. I took a sip of the juice in the table too

Things I can control. I read three lines before I hear her laugh from somewhere deeper in the house. It isn't loud. Just a short, bright sound that carries through the open windows. I look up, my focus shattered. I lose my place on the screen entirely. I tell myself I’ll return to it later. I don't. I just sit there, wondering what she’s planning, and why that laugh makes me feel like I’m the one being contracted. Dinner arrives on the terrace as the sun dips below the horizon. The chef sets everything out and vanishes without a word. Efficient. Professional. Exactly what I pay for.

Soon enough, the waitress stroded off to them, the menu arranged in between her arms. "Hello, I am Harper and welcome to imperial restaurant, what can I get you? please take a look at the menu and tell me what you think," The waitress flashed a smile at them and handed the menu to them. Imperial restaurant was quite famous for their sea food, it was the best delicacy in ever, the best restaurants in the world, it was partially owned by Emma Roberts. Priya gazed at the menu studying the dishes and then smiled to the waitress. "Get the galaxy chicken for me." She looked proud as she talked. Then she pointed to some other things.

Ameera stood in the luxurious kitchen of Haider's mansion, surrounded by a team of world-class chefs who eagerly awaited her instructions. Their eyes locked on her with a mixture of admiration and anticipation, their hands clasped together in a gesture of respect. The middle-aged woman, Mrs. Doris, stepped forward, her voice filled with reverence. Ameera stood in the luxurious kitchen of Haider's mansion, surrounded by a team of world-class chefs. Their eyes were locked on her, their hands locked together in a gesture of respect and awe.

My face looked devoid of blood and I just wanted to crash at a place and cry out my lungs. But then these people wouldn't let me be. They wouldn't let me mourn my parents in peace. "I have some work for you to do. From now on, you will do dishes in this mansion." The chef declared and I felt like I was hearing things. "What do you mean? Do you know who you are talking to?" I asked, with a confused frown on my face. "Of course, you're Emily." The chef replied and immediately I turned around, ready to walk out of the kitchen.