Jon Kung Cookbook Novels & Stories

"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.

"Long time no see." "What are you doing at Scarlett's?" I asked, genuinely confused. I hadn't seen Jeo since Scarlett's wedding. Before that, our contact had been sporadic at best. "He brought me soup," Scarlett explained, shifting to give him more room in the frame. "Apparently he makes an amazing chicken congee that's 'guaranteed to cure what ails you.' His words, not mine." "My grandmother's recipe," Jeo confirmed with a modest shrug. "Best thing for a fever."