Kitchen Momoi 소설 & 이야기

I always felt so invincible, like I could do anything in life. Dad keeps his arm around my shoulders and guides me towards the lounge room. I can already smell Mom's cooking wafting in from the kitchen and my mouth instantly begins watering. "Is that my Sabbie I hear?" Mom calls out from the kitchen. She appears in the doorway wearing a black and white polka dot apron with flour marks all over it. Knowing her, she's been making my favorite cookies. Mom rushes over to give me a hug, her long blonde hair falling against my arm.

When she looked at the person who was called Hikari, she was so shocked when she saw 'Terakawa Aimi'. "This is... Don't tell me... No, No! There was no way it is it. But maybe I should pick it up." That girl answers the call and says "Um... Sorry, the owner of this number was having a problem and leaving this place. Did you got a word that you want me to say to him when he returned?" Aimi refuses it and says to that girl that she does not need to worry about it. When Aimi hears that girl's voice, it just reminded her of someone. So she asks that girl "Sorry, but who are you?" that girl just keeps quiet when she heard Aimi asks her that. She does not want to let Aimi know her. She tells Aimi

Gnapika and her mother sat at their small wooden table, the warm glow of the overhead lamp casting a cozy light over their modest kitchen. The aroma of freshly cooked curry and warm naan filled the room, making Gnapika’s mouth water with anticipation. She eagerly dug into her plate, savoring each bite of her mother's delicious cooking. “This is amazing, Mom,” Gnapika said with a bright smile, her eyes sparkling with delight. “Your food is always the best.”

Mrs Ishida answered. The smell of the mouth-watering food filled the kitchen, Sakiko sniffed and her face lit up in a smile. "What's cooking?" She couldn't help but ask. "Everyone's favourite." "You are kidding me right?" She asked and made her way pass her mum into the kitchen. Mrs Ishida grabbed her hand and pulled her daughter out of the kitchen. "Nope, go wash up and come down for dinner." "Mum... " she made a puppy face but her mother closed her eyes and stood at the centre of the doorway, blocking the entrance into the kitchen.

Busayomi cane out of the kitchen. “Yes I came in just now and I was about to come and see you in the kitchen.” I said. “It is alright. I have prepared dinner so go inside and have a bathe then come out to eat.” Busayomi said. “Okay.” I muttered. “Mom...” Busayomi cuts her off. “Go ahead and watch your cartoon, your mom needs to get changed.” “Okay..big mommy.” Iteoluwa mumbled, sadness clouded her features as she walked back to the couch.

Mehra said. “Nice to meet you again.” I said, nodding at him, and he gulped again. “Who is it Ramu?” We heard a new voice and turned to see the person who introduced herself as Ajay’s Mom all those months back. She came to a stop, seeing me and her eyes went wide. She too started gulping and I sighed, considering why even they fear regarding me. “She is Lakshmi Kaki. The cook of this house.” Mr.Mehra said.

"In the childhood memories of every good cook, there's a large kitchen, a warm stove, a simmering pot and a mom." It was so true of her childhood, she thought, a reminiscent smile tugging at her wide, full mouth. Her Mumma and the kitchen were eponymous. Although Proserpina Delano combined a successful career as an academician with running her home and taking care of all her children and managing to keep the Mafia Don dancing to her tune, Mumma would always be in her mind as the beautiful, smiling, and tender person in the kitchen, creating magical delicacies

He wanted to do a lot of things to it. “Moma is trying to kill me because you are in her kitchen,” he finally said after he managed to get his eyes off her butts. She turned with a surprised look on her face “Moma? Who is Moma?” she asked Seeing her confused, Ike explained, “Mrs Okonkwo, the cook.”

" what are we cooking today ma'am?" She stops from what she's doing and glares at me. " MAMA." I gulped and tries to smile," m-mama?" She then smiles and looks at the things she is washing from the sink. " his favorite dish... Omurice" I don't know what kind of this that was but having the name of rice made me think that it has rice on it.