In Bibi's Kitchen Novels & Stories

'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,

{Abebi} I stood in the kitchen, preparing the Spanish noodles for the table. I instructed Bianca to take the tray and bring it to the dining area. The aroma of the dish filled the air, enticing our appetites. I wanted everything to be perfect for our meal together. Turning to Aurora, I handed her a green rag, instructing her to make sure the table looked shiny and presentable. She nodded in acknowledgement and left the kitchen to carry out her task. Now, only Chiara remained with me in the kitchen, humming softly as she diligently washed the dishes.

Santi's children. They desperately wanted grandchildren from their only child, Zefki Harold, and they believed it was time for Zefki to settle down, given his age of thirty. Especially Mrs. Clement, who was very eager for Zefki to get married. Hence, the idea of arranging a marriage between Zefki and the child of their business associates was born. *) Bibik is the term for a household assistant.

I nod to myself. We’ll be safe. We’ll be okay. Bibah’s pack will be more than welcoming. “Again, thank you so, so much, Bibah.” I emphasize, unable to find words that’ll let her know how much gratitude I felt, and appreciated her for the immense help. “Thank me once you’re here and you’ve tasted Mama’s Basbousa.“ Bibah replies. Another door is slammed shut. She huffs out a breath of annoyance. “Anyways, I think my cookies are burning in the oven, so I gotta go. In the meantime, tell Ravenstone. Stay safe. Keep a knife on you if you have to. I trust you with sharp things.”

As simple as it is, Aben's food is very special if Diana cooks. After eating Diana immediately cleared the dining table and brought dirty dishes to the kitchen, Aben immediately followed Diana. Now her job is to wash the dishes and cooking utensils that Diana had used to cook dinner. "After this, accompany me to watch a movie, Ben," said Diana a little screaming a little because she was in the bathroom. "What movie?" asked Aben. "Habibie & Ainun 3, I haven't watched it yesterday. It's already out on Facebook and other fake accounts, I've downloaded it too," explained Diana.

] I was purely making conversation for the sake of it. When I returned in the evening, an elaborate dinner was waiting on the table. Under my note, there was a new reply. [What is Le Cordon Bleu?] I burst out laughing. He seemed to have been dead for quite some years. A bold idea occurred to me. I spread out a piece of paper and wrote down a shopping list. It included Australian lobster, Wagyu beef, black truffles, and caviar. I wrote down every expensive ingredient I had ever heard of but could never afford.

I'm humming to myself, smiling sadly at the fact that I feel more alive here in the kitchen than I did at my wedding ceremony. "So you're domesticated, then?" Bianca's voice has me jumping slightly as it carries over a short distance. She's leaning on the other side of the kitchen, her chin in her hands as she stares at me. I wonder how long she's been there, whether she's watched me prepare, cook, and plate her food with dedication as she remained stoically quiet for a reason only known to her. "A man's got to eat, Bee." "Sure, but men like you are catered for, so why do you know how to cook?"

“You made it all?” Zebian raised both of his hands in surrender. “With these sinful hands,” she glanced at the plates. This was news since she could remember he didn’t know how to cook. But the girl didn’t know many things had changed after her disappearance. “Won’t you return the favour?” Zebian said. She frowned faintly.

Brianna and I followed the people out of the kitchen with our eyes. When Brianna and I were alone in the kitchen, I sat down in front of her and took my hand off hers. “We are going to cook. Okay?” Brianna didn’t smile, but she didn’t frown either. She nodded innocently. I smiled, seeing the strange look in her eyes. It was like they were about to become stars. She must be excited to cook food for Sir Calix. “Are you ready to cook?” Brianna nodded. “Apart from pancakes, what else do you want to cook for Daddy Calix?”

" Mom said nothing after that and simply ended the call. As Seth's voice had been loud, the relatives standing nearby overheard everything. The surrounding chatter died down, and everyone looked at Mom with complicated expressions. Mom forced a stiff smile and addressed the guests as if nothing had happened. "Everyone, please enjoy the food and drinks prepared. Franklin has always liked roping in others to pull tricks on us. We're used to it." But what the others failed to notice was that Mom's hand, the one holding her phone, trembled slightly, betraying her true state of mind. I was the only one who caught that.