Kitchen Momoi Novels & Stories

But yes, apart from the fact that mumsi calls out that same question every evening when i walk in; it is me, and I'm not annoyed; just saying. " Eh, Mummy, it's me oh", i answer,as i stroll into the kitchen. " You are done early today", she says, she is in the middle of slicing deep green leafy Ugu vegetables on the chopping board. It is one of those rare occasions where NEPA decides to grace us with their awe evoking presence. The bulb in the kitchen is a bright yellow flame that glints off all the corners of the white washed walls of the kitchen. Her face has that relaxed look to it when she is happy, not really a full smile, but like the beginning of one. When i come in, there are tiny pi

But instead, Amora made things worse. "Do you want to kill me?" continued Amora again, seeing Mrs. Smith flustered. “Mi-Miss, you really like shrimp and seafood. You even always asked me to cook it before you lost your memory. So, I…" “Stop as if you know everything about me!” roared Amora. "You're just a maid, right? Don't act like you are a mother here! You don't know anything about me. Replace the meal or I will slap you!”

She followed Alfred into the kitchen, where various fresh ingredients were neatly arranged, just like in the kitchen of a large restaurant. After a quick glance, she took two tomatoes and a bag of noodles, planning to make a simple tomato noodle soup. Alfred stood by and reminded her, "Owen doesn't like noodles..." In other words, he asked her to quickly change her plan. Haley smiled and said, "After starving for so many days, it's better for his stomach to have something light." With that, she ignited the stove, poured some oil, and performed all the actions seamlessly. Alfred stood on the side, quietly observing. Owen always dismissed everyone, but this woman received special treatment fro

She also mentioned something about enjoying how she cooks food. "Mom." I called out again entering the kitchen only to be met with the sight of my mom, stirring whatever it is that is inside the pot and dancing lightly to one of Celine Dion's music that is playing from the kitchen's speaker. Do not ask me why she has a speaker in her kitchen, cause I would not be able to provide a reasonable answer either. I rolled my eyes and then proceeded over to where she was still dancing lightly and then wrapped my arms around her waist from her back, placing my head on her shoulder.

Yun Xi then greeted again, “Mom” Mother Mo nodded subtly at her. She thought that this girl was not bad as she thought. If the girl was greedy, she would have acted to be familiar with her and get on her good side. But, Yun Xi did nothing of that sort. She was even polite and humble. She could feel from the way she dressed and her expressions that she was not the greedy type. Mother Mo then spoke, “I heard you cook very well? It has been many days since I haven’t got a chance to eat home food. Maybe I can today.” She was clearly indicating for Yun Xi to cook.

Amelia had an apron wrapped around her waist; her hair was tied in a messy bun; and she looked so beautiful and cute in that hairstyle that Damian's heart almost skipped a beat. She brought a smile to her face and quickly went to him, just to grab him by the sleeve and then pull him somewhere in the kitchen area. “Come here! I cooked chicken momos for you. Test it for me.” Amelia removed the wooden lid as the hot steam escaped up the wok. She immediately took out the momos on a plate and then served them hot. Damian looked at her speechfully. He always knew that Amelia was not ordinary and always excelled in cooking, but after a long time, he got to eat her cooking.

Kitty giggles with a playful salute making Mummo wave a wooden spoon at her as the rest of us laugh. “You better watch it, Mummo doesn’t fool around,” I shake my head at how nice it is to actually hang out as a family preparing a meal together. “I can tell, I like Addy she’s feisty,” Ares smiles, making his eyes nearly close accentuating his beautiful Korean features. “Thank you dear, it is always a pleasure to have more friends and family in our home,” Mummo thanks, before going back to the stove where she is cooking potatoes.

Rich people things l gotta say but Chris never showed it that way. "In the kitchen." The mom shouts back. Giving the chandelier and the stair case another glance l followed him to the kitchen. "Hey mom." He kisses her cheek as she was cutting carrots and made his way to the fridge. Wiping her hands "Hey, you must the famous qKira." She greets me Note when some says, the, famous before saying your name and you have never met gotta out a high standard cause they have heard only about your good sides. "Hello ma'am." I offered my hands

She flung the blanket back onto my body with all her strength. "How much did you sneak and eat? I was only gone for a few hours, and you turned yourself into this? Were you so greedy that you were about to clear out the whole fridge? Look at you now! You look like an overinflated pig! Gosh, you disgust me!" Mom was shaking with anger, her chest heaving violently. "How did I give birth to such a useless thing with zero sense of self-control? Where's the body fat scale? Where's the monitor? Didn't you see it was flashing red? Why'd you still eat? Were you trying to stuff yourself to death?"

~Leke~ Moji called me out of the blues to help her in baking a cake for her brother's birthday. I wasted no time in leaving my assignments and jogging over to their house. She was in the kitchen, mixing a batter on the cabinet. She was dressed in shorts again and a small top that was showing off her bellybutton. Immediately I walked into the kitchen and I saw her like that, I knew instantly that it'd be a hassle keeping my hands off her. "Oya, come and help me beat this egg instead of turning me into an artwork."