Kitchen Momoi Novels & Stories

A mother’s smile was always so warm. “Mommy, what are you cooking? It smells good.” Nomi raised her head and looked at her mother with her big round eyes, she looked like she was going to drool. “Sunny-side up, your favorite.” Monique Xander pinched Little Nomi’s round pink nose lovingly. “Mommy, you’re the best! Love you!” Little Nomi pouted her tiny pink mouth and gave Monique Xander a flying kiss. “Mommy has to go to work. I’ll be back by noon to cook you a nice lunch. Do not open the door for strangers, okay?” Monique Xander accepted her kiss while she took a piece of meat for Little Nomi.

The sun hadn’t even bothered to fully show up—just that weird pale light, like the sky was trying to decide if it was morning or not. The kitchen at the back was basically hidden, shoved behind a stack of broom closets and narrow halls. I nudged open the door, and there she was—my mom—already elbow-deep in dough, humming some tune from who-knows-when, her hair messy and her apron dusted with flour. “Morning,” I tossed out, voice still scratchy. She turned, eyebrows shooting up. “Kael, darling! What are you doing skulking around here?”

Charmine replied whilst stroking his head. Chris started pulling on her hand firmly, dragging her so that she would sit next to him. He placed a breakfast set in front of Charmine and pleaded with a soft and endearing voice, “Mummy, please eat with me. Momo is five this year but has never eaten breakfast with my mommy. Momo wants to experience what it’s like to have a mom. Please, I’m asking you just this once.” The whole time Momo spoke, he continued to tug on Charmine’s hand, entreating her with a pair of round, sparkling eyes.

Hearing this name, Mother Kyle was taken aback and looked at Karen Daly— This girl was young and beautiful. Her words were gentle and soft, and she will easily blush. She was a child who was completely different from their Mia. However, she was also very lovable. "Can I touch it?" Mrs. Kyle was also excited, looking like a child. "Of course." Karen Daly held Momo in her arms and approached Mrs. Kyle. Mrs. Kyle reached out and patted Momo's head. She was also very obedient. She snuggled her head against Mrs. Kyle's palm and pretended to be cute.

Yep, my son is taller than I am. Suddenly, Luca pushed Damien from me. "My mummy". He glared at his brother hugging my neck. "Hey, she's my momma too". " No my mummy". "My momma" "Mine" "Nope buddy, she mine". "That's enough Dame, stop upsetting my baby". Luca pouted his lips. "Damien, clean Emma and Luca please and Lisa so wash up too. I'll clean the kitchen while you guys are at it.

Mo Ting munched on his chicken piece, it was indeed much more delicious than the cooking of his family chef .He didn't know why though- his chef was a first class five star retired chef and his cooking was on par with many notable culinarian . But something about Si Yi Yan 's mother's cooking was different - he had tasted both Ye Mufan and Si Yi Yan 's favourites and realised that Jiang Ning have actually paid really close attention to both of their preferences .

I took out the eggs that I will be using and also took out potatoes, “What's this smell, this smells so good” Mum sniffed the air as she walked into the kitchen, “Yes mum, we are making seafood cause Moon was craving it” “This smells so good honey I cannot wait to taste it” My mum said happily as she came to stand beside me, “What are you doing?” I asked Moon who was making a video with his phone “It's simple moma, I have promised myself to capture all of our sweet moments together, so I'm recording you, grandma and in the kitchen”

"Mom. I'm home." I called out as I entered our door. It was quiet and my voice echoed in the large living room. My nose suddenly caught a whiff of something being baked. Mmmm....cookies..... My stomach started to growl so I followed the scent into the kitchen. There, I saw my mom humming as she took the tray out of the oven and placed it on the counter. She was wearing a pink apron that hugged her slim body. Unlike me, my mom has brown hair, which she currently tied into a high ponytail.

I said as I began walking inside, going straight to the kitchen. “J-Jared? Who’s Jared?” I first washed my hands before putting the ingredients in the sink to wash them. “Jared Knight.” “Jared Knight? You mean that dude that sings like a goat on T.V?!” “Uh-huh.” Mom suddenly appeared too, wearing a pink halter dress with roses all over it. She looks like a curtain. Good thing my mom’s beautiful like Mira. “Who’s Jared? Why are you talking about him?” she asked.

I can get my route to the kitchen to get something to snack on before I left. Mom was in the kitchen, her brown hair falling out of the style she had put it into. I smiled, as she turned and she returned it. She stood by the refrigerator, her arms already reaching out toward me and I went into them. She hummed and planted a noisy kiss in my head. I stepped back, bouncing in the balls of my feet. I loved chatting with my mom but I had somewhere I needed to be, and he was particular about being on time. Plus I had already paid him off this really sketchy website.