Kitchen Momoi Novels & Stories

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.

" 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."

"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.

he muttered as he bounced his head, a frown playing between his eyebrows. He looked visibly angry, but as I was about to sidestep him, my aunt appeared. She was the reason I rushed back home. She must have been worried since I hadn't shown up for almost three days. I tried to look composed as she walked into the living room. Aunt Hannah had been my only family member since the death of my parents. Being my mom's older sister, I saw my mother in her sometimes, and it was all the comfort I needed. "Welcome. Where have you been?" she asked, her gaze watching me from top to bottom and back up again.

Jasteen said happily. *points* *points* *points* "Damn it!" he complained. Because we hit him. "That's right. They're still fighting." Jasteen scratched his head. Laugh at me. "Mom, did you cook the sashimi?" that's Raz. Jasteen's aunt is referred to as Mama.. Because we are here often. Because we are younger. His mother nodded. In the dining room.. "Dude, hand me the Teriyaki." Raz ordered.

"Alright. If that's what you want. I'll teach you. But just so you know, mom doesn't know too much in Greek. So it'll be all for nothing if you learn it, speak it, and she doesn't return your conversation." "Then I won't mind. I'd be seeing my grandmother for the first time, it's my job to impress her. Infact I'd do anything to impress her." "Well," I twirled my fork. "There is one thing you can do to impress her." "And that is?" "Cooking. Mom loves cooking, very much. That's her most passionate skill." "Then I'll cook to impress her! Wow, this is so exciting. Can't wait. How's her kitchen like? Would she be excited to see me?"