Itachi Cooking Egg Novels & Stories

We found a cute little Italian joint, my wife was craving carbs, and I wasn't going to deny her. Sitting at a table alone, drinking a glass of wine, was Takashi Hatake. As we were shown to our table, it was like all the wind was knocked out of us. Yūri froze, her entire body going stiff as a board as her eyes narrowed with hatred at her father.

"Hello sis, go get freshened up and come have dinner," Itachi said. His eyes darted past his kid sis to their mother watching them. "Mum, what is the matter?" "Ehh ehh, nothing, nothing, just ignore this mother of yours," she said savin her hand "If you say so." He began descending the stairs while Sakiko rushed up the stairs. By the time they were on the same step, he pulled her in for an embrace. "Itachi-san."

I squirm in my seat, not understanding what’s funny. “Don’t get me wrong, I did spend most of my time training to take over. I would often cook late at night. That was the time of the day when I wasn’t needed much.” Atlas leans forward. “You’re right, eggs are basic. I can actually cook, gourmet-type meals.” I squint at Atlas, not sure if he’s believable or not. “I will prove it to you, trust me.” I shrug my shoulders and take a sip of my drink.

It’s a simple meal of scrambled eggs and toast with green tea, but I’m so hungry that it looks like a five-star meal to me. “Speaking at the table is bad manners, Sorahiko”. He tuts at me. “When did I fall asleep?”. He added cheese to the eggs. Wonderful. “Who said you slept?”. He purses his lips and stabs his eggs sulkily. “You passed out the moment I said that I wanted to go for another round”. Oh. That makes sense. My self-preservation instincts are still in place. “What about bathing me?”. This might be the weirdest thing that I’ve ever thought about, but for all of Miyamura’s glaring faults— the bastard will make a really good househusband.

The light from the kitchen highlighted his features—strong, confident, and as always, comforting to look at. “Here you go,” Jiro said, placing a steaming bowl in front of me before settling into his seat. His eyes immediately went to Hibiki. “Still thinking about that broccoli, champ?” Hibiki wrinkled his nose, pushing the piece around his plate. “It’s not yummy, Daddy.” Jiro smirked, leaning his elbows on the table. “But you know what? Broccoli makes you super strong. You want to be strong, don’t you?” Hibiki’s eyes lit up at that, and he looked up with sudden interest. “Like you, Daddy?”

Always wanted to be held and recently he had been having cravings to eat human food. The egg glared at her. "Come on, you don't even have a mouth, baby. How can you eat?" Yukiya exclaimed helplessly. The egg sulked in the corner. Yukiya glanced at the ghoul and sighed once more. "Do have any more peaches?" It was the ghoul's turn to sigh. He glanced at her impassively and said, "Aren't you trying to chase me away?" "You got that only now! Darn, you are slow," Yukiya said with a huge smirk on her face. "I was hoping that you could run into that bastard Long Ki and bring him here. 'sigh,' I guess it's just a hopeless gesture,"

I stopped them. “You don’t need to bow to me every time you see me. It’s okay if you don’t bow when it’s just me. I prefer you say hi to me than bow to me.” All the servants looked at each other but they didn’t answer. I’m going to take that as a yes. I gathered ingredients for katsudon and egg fried rice. I might as well cook for these good people. One of the servants helped me cut the meat and onions. I cooked rice while the others were preparing the stove.

I hesitantly replied. "I'm also teaching her how to cook," Iwatani said. "You see, she didn't know how to cook before and just ate canned food." I was stunned. So, is this their plan? To embarrass me in front of everyone? "How could you?" I exclaimed. "I know how to cook! I'm just lazy. That's different." He laughed a bit at my outburst and was about to pat my head when he suddenly stopped himself. He quickly took back his hand before returning his attention to his food. If he dared to touch my head, I would have broken it.