Jon Kung Cookbook Novels & Stories

Knox’s POV As we finished up our meal which was excellent, by the way, Sienna was so amazed at the food and the taste. I told her it’s pretty similar to soul food, but with an Asian twist. You know, lechon which is fried pork is very similar to how we fry pork chops. Anyway, after we wrapped up eating, I started washing the dishes.

Guess there’s a first time for everything. As promised, Dion borrowed an electric stove from the Home Ec room (apparently, he had all the keys to the CITS kingdom) and boiled two packets of Lucky Me! Instant Pancit Canton in a pot. Even with just those simple chores that Kate herself could do, Kate was star-struck at how Dion looked so independent and capable of taking care of himself. More importantly, he knew how to cook Lucky Me! Noodles using the “classic method”, which involved draining the whole thing of water, which made all the difference and preserved all the sweet-and-spicy flavor.

The kitchen was filled with the comforting scent of sizzling garlic and soy sauce as Nova and Chloe moved around, trying to follow the instructions from a Korean cooking video they had found online. The kitchen counter was cluttered with ingredients—bottles of sesame oil, bowls of marinated meat, and chopped vegetables, all contributing to the chaotic yet somehow organized mess.

She was fine with Kunal but RK's questioning gaze made her felt uneasy. Everyone tasted the kheer and they moaned with pleasure, it was tastier than Kunal's kheer, which he cooked at the Tiny House other days. Kunal also moaned "Ummmm... It's so delicious." Sohu proudly said, "Of course it is because cooked by Junjun, he learned it from my Dadima." Jenny and Kevin slightly nodded "True, she is the best cook in the whole world." Kunal smiled and enjoyed his kheer, while RK only stared at his kheer bowl, after hearing everyone's moaned, he took a spoonful and put it in his mouth. As his tongue touched the mild kheer, his eyes opened wide...

The cooks who had been overthrown and pushed aside gave each other nervous glances, their fingers fidgety as they watched their bosses tend to the burners and stir-fried and steam. Adler holding up a jar of pepper, gazed into the recipe book, trying to make sense of the tiny writing, shrugging he dumped the whole content of the jar into the steaming pot. "Man" Rune was on his heels, standing with his back towards Adler; he peered into the pot, then picked up the recipe book, "It says just half a spoonful, and here's the heat in hell," his voice trailed when he began coughing, "Man no human can eat this."

Ronjon replied, "Twenty-five Rupees only. I spent more on the plates and bowls, but you can keep them." "What?" They couldn't believe the figure and the generous gifts. Ronjon explained further. "You thought the ingredients were expensive but they are not. I took most of them from your kitchen and only bought the nuts, fish, and chicken. No more." The old man's eyes grew big. "Do you think my wives can really learn how to cook the same way you did?" Asha spoke this time. "Of course, if you let us stay here for days to teach them. In time, they will learn."

He said to me so I gave my cellphone to him and Joshua was about to take him a photo. "Wait! Let’s have a picture first!" Gio picked up my phone and I smiled. After capturing a photo, Gio started his photoshoot again... 7:00 PM It’s dinner time! Jonel Fam formed a circle and bring out their food to start eating. I also took out my packed dinner and opened it. "That's just only your food?" Gio asked when he saw my food. "Yes. I do not know how to cook eh" I replied while laughing. I was about to eat rice when Gio suddenly put Adobong Manok or on my tupperware. I was surprised at what he did.

Old lady— Aunt Deng took him to the kitchen. "Today, you will just need to cook lunch. The ingredients are in the refrigerator and the cupboard next to them, and the knives and pots are here." Aunt Deng opened the cupboard door. “You can just make anything you see fit, I’ll be cleaning the living room." Not knowing whether the "sir" in Aunt Deng's mouth likes Chinese or Western, Luo Jingli did both. After some time, Luo Jingli brought the dishes, which are brown sauce steak, pork ribs noodles and oyster sauce kale, to the table.

My flip flops made a thwacking sound as it made collision with the hard gleaming tiles, I was heading over to the Kitchen to prepare a breakfast of the popular Nigerian Jollof rice topped with plaintain, boiled eggs, meats and a spicy bowl chicken soup. I walked into the large spacious Kitchen that housed most Kitchen assets, just name them. I reached up, stretching my hands to the overhead cupboards to get a knife and a cutting board. Picking up my onions, I began to chop them, not minding my eyes were beginning to get teary, I hated cutting onions but I loved them in my foods, I went about setting up everything I needed, suddenly I felt someone was watching me, I looked back to find Kene

"What do we cook? I feel like cooking for daddy today." "Fried rice or Jollof rice, it would be better if you cooked the two. And Turkey wings, make it crunchy." I looked at her, I should cook that much. "It's like you're not ok." I hissed. "I'm cooking only one." I went over to the pots cupboard and brought out a big one. "Your dad likes jollof, your mom likes fried. Cook both joor." Konyii said picking up one of the cereals in the cabinet.