Romans & histoires Kitchen Momoi

She always complained about not being able to fall asleep sometimes except with the help of music. Stepping out of the room I was about to go back to my own room when I perceived a nice aroma coming from the kitchen and I tiptoed to the kitchen pausing at the door for a while. I heard mom humming her favourite music which she likes singing anytime she wasn't busy in the kitchen or doing the laundry. I opened the kitchen door widely which was left ajar not long ago and entered the kitchen. "Heyy" mom said as soon as I entered the kitchen. She was preparing vegetables soup with chicken and a lot of dry fish..

Tiana exclaimed, nearly standing up and all of our heads turned in her direction so she ducked immediately from embarrassment. "I-I mean M-Mrs. Valentine," Tiana stuttered and I heard Khloe snorted while Quinn was looking down at her lap, biting her lips. "I-I just wanted to say that this... chicken thing is so tasty. I really want its recipe." "Oh, maybe we can convince the cook later to share it with you," Mom said, "And honey, just call me Marissa. I'm glad you're enjoying our dinner." Tiana just smiled at my mother before she peered at me, making a scowling face which I returned with a defiant stare. Quinn suddenly laughed softly beside me and my heart started to flutter from how it soun

Mochi blinked once, stretched, and promptly rolled onto his back like he owned the house. I caught Ofelia’s eye and tried to smile. She gave me a small one in return, tight-lipped, but real. So far, no disasters. No pointed barbs. No backhanded compliments. But we were only ten minutes in. I took a breath and followed my mother into the kitchen, bracing for whatever came next. I stepped into the kitchen behind her, Ofelia at my side. Mom was already checking the oven, lips tight, hair swept back in a way that said she’d been preparing for this since Halloween. I gave her a minute. Then, clearing my throat, I went for it.

i ignored it heading downstairs to find that mom was already home. "hey mom” i said kissing her cheek, she looked so tired, i don't like to see her that way, "hey sweetie" she smiled at me sitting on the chair, i joined her, we were inside the kitchen, "you must be really exhausted "i said "I ‘am, but i have a good news!" she said while her smile went wider. "what is it mom?!!"i asked curiously. "well, there's new hotel opening and well they need a chef, I’ll be the chef I’ll no longer be the hand of the chef, I’m going to be the chef” she said excitedly, i was so excited for her we were both standing, I’m so happy all the hard work she had to do, she finally did it I’m so happy for her!!.

" SHAURYA!!! Shlok?? Do you think the same? " " Mom, you are awesome... You know, Gaurvi made food in the jungle with the bare minimum of ingredients and things, but it was good. " I said to change the risky topic and bring the attention back to Gaurvi as I knew they all wanted to know about her. " Aww... That's good. " Shaurya said. " No, I am not very good at cooking. Tami is a fabulous cook, she acquired all such genes from our mom. Mom is a fabulous cook."

She gets up and puts her dishes in the dishwasher, then leans against the counter. I lose myself in thought while Mom moves around the kitchen, wiping down counters and straightening containers. Her familiar smooth, confident movements are calming. I think of Zara doing the same thing. She moves like a little bird. Quick, staccato motions that suit her petite size. I smile at the thought of her.

"Kaabo. How was the match?" "Fine ma." I lingered by the kitchen door without saying anything. She turned and stopped, surprised to see me still standing there. "You should go freshen up, dinner will be served before you are done." "Yeah."I nodded at her and left. I passed by Moji's room. Her door was slightly open and she was reading her Queen Premier on her bed. "Scholar Moji, howdy?" She looked up and smiled at me "I'm fine. How was match?"

Mat reported, saluting like a soldier. I rolled my eyes at him, “Thank you guys. Cedric, how are your kitchen skills?” Cedric blushed a bit, like I had stumbled on some secret inadvertently. I took that to mean he had none, “They can’t be worse than Matties.” “Uh, no, no they’re not. My mother was a Human, and a 5 star chef, so my kitchen skills are pretty on point.” “Thank Goddess, I could use another skilled set of hands around the kitchen sometimes.”

Mom said, giving me a playful smile. Cynthia and I went to the kitchen, and I grabbed Mom’s favorite plate, the most elegant one we had. I served her and Aunt Paula first, then we dished up our own servings. I couldn’t help but feel good about the way everything was going. The day had been perfect, and I was excited about what was to come.

A flashback went in my head as I touched the knife to cut some ingredients. “You really are a good cook Airo!” My mom’s happy face while eating the simple chicken curry I made is enough to make me feel proud of myself. The only thing that will make me more than happy is making her smile by my cooking. I was so young that time, still an elementary student. “Your future girl will be so lucky.” She patted my head and pinched my right cheek while wearing her lovely smile. The smile I adore all my life. “Yuck. I’m too young mom!” I complain and move her hand away gently.