In Bibi's Kitchen Novels & Stories

The girl obeyed and trailed behind the Bimantara brother, still wondering why he wanted to talk to her. Hm? Her gaze, which had been fixed on the floor, drifted up to the back of Adrian's head. Did her young master find out something about her? Was her secret exposed? But how? Neither the youngest nor the eldest Bimantara showed any signs of suspecting that she was hiding something, so she had assumed she was safe. But was she really? Bia suddenly grew nervous, her heart pounding faster as she followed him toward the kitchen. Adrian stopped near the dining table. He pulled out a chair and gestured for her to sit opposite him. Bia quickly bowed and took the seat he pointed to. She sat there n

'Tara waited for Bibi throughout the night but he didn't come, she was going up and down, and she called him, "hello baby girl" Bibi says, "where are you?" 'Tara says, "Is there any problem?" Bibi asked, "how am I supposed to know?" 'Tara asked, "I haven't set my eyes on Tolu and Mimi for hours, I don't know what is going on" 'Tara, "I might come at any time because I have to be careful and be cautioned," Bibi says,

Darwin's question seemed unrelated to the current situation, Biba thought. "You're Cherish's friend, right? I heard it so. But how come you don't know how to stimulate a guy's thing? Are you sure you're friend?" Now Biba is not even sure whether Cherish is a real friend or not. . . . Her hands gripped tightly on the balcony railing of her room. Along with the night crickets chirping loudly. Biba cursed. “CHERISH KALILI! ARGH!! Dogtahiasemsa$%#%mahfucctustupidgubluk#$@#$!”

Prince Biha quickly replied with a cold voice as he picked up the chopsticks and started eating. Picking a slice of cinnamon with his chopstick, Prince Biha gently chewed on it. It was as graceful as how Akira was eating right now. The only thing different was that Akira was looking at Prince Biha as she picked on her own noodles . She purposely didn't eat the cinnamon because Kariya told her that the kitchen added extra spices to the cinnamon. She waited for a few minutes for Prince Biha to spit the food out awkwardly but he didn't. First cinnamon, second cinnamon..

Bianca replied with a smile. After a while, they said goodbye to each other. Bianca immediately went straight to the shower room to take a shower before she goes back home to rest. ============================ At one of the apartment units. Brianna puts the grocery bags on the table. She just came from the grocery store because she's planning to cook a very special barbecue ribs, which is her daughter's favorite. She knows that her daughter has been at the archery training grounds the whole day, so she wanted to cook her favorite comfort room to make her happy after working so hard the whole day...

The shadows made that fearful guard's face a hideous work of art; Bibi forced herself to hold his gaze for a few seconds, lowering it like an obedient submissive. "I won't make him wait, I swear." "You have five minutes, and so does your friend," that giant, with a cold look, took the curtain, intending to pull it. Colette stopped breathing; her whole body became so tense that it hurt. The girl with auburn curls interposed herself between the guard and the curtain, standing very close to that demon. Bibi was a beautiful woman, large and hypnotizing eyes the color of honey, small and pointed nose, fleshy and pink lips with a slightly sweet taste, that despite the poor diet she had, kept a lit

Lia yelled, pulling forcefully on Bima's arm. Bima turned for one last look at the hole, catching sight of a cookbook that had fallen open to a page with handwriting he recognized all too well. His own handwriting from the future. The page bore a single sentence, "Never stop cooking, even when this world no longer has fire." Then, at the end of the collapsing crystal corridor, a massive black shadow began to crawl upward, carrying an aroma even sharper than ozone, the scent of burnt meat that had already been served.

“No baby I ate but very little you I can’t eat alone. Let’s leave it I’ve already prepared breakfast, your favourite bacon and chicken salad” “Yum yum ! I can’t wait let’s eat.” Babi doesn’t eat much of non-veg. but she loves to eat bacon chicken of her father’s hand. He owns restaurant which makes him good chef. While eating, she took glance at the clock it was already past eight thirty. She abruptly stood up and went dashing towards the room. “I thought you don’t have a class in the morning?” No papa, I have to submit my assignment shit! Speaking of assignment it’s at josh’s. I forgot to bring. I have to call him”

Coraline Beatrice and the cook with his assistants helped me set out all the ingredients when I told them what I was planning to make. Before long, the kitchen table was filled with everything I needed while they all stood to the side, watching me like I was about to perform magic. Martina was seated on the other side of the table looking excited. I smiled at her and rolled up the sleeves of the casual top I had changed into along with jeans. I was tying up my hair when Chiara and Tommy sauntered in, the latter holding up his phone like he was recording.

“Your drawings deserve a pedestal.” We moved fast and laughing... raspberries on the forearm, stolen tastes of batter, the clatter of cups. The kitchen echoed with easy noises... Debbie’s playlist from upstairs dribbling down the stairwell, Mrs. Bishop’s footsteps as she popped in to check on us with that soft, maternal critique that somehow felt like a hug. Yes, Mrs. Bishop and Debbie had visited. “Don’t burn the house down,” Mrs. Bishop warned, sipping coffee and wagging her spoon at Sarah like a general giving orders. “And if you attempt pancakes, for pity’s sake, remember the butter this time.”