Kitchen Momoi Novels & Stories

"You two look unfamiliar. When did we send you invitations?" Ms. Yowley noticed their intimate interaction and swept a scrutinizing gaze over them. When she didn't react in an extreme way, Phillip tilted his head slightly. His expression was rather intriguing. "Good day, Ms. Yowley. I'm the heiress to Lipton Corporation, Yelena Lipton. Nice to meet you." This was the first time I had ever seen Yelena act in such a humble manner. It was a clear indication of just how high Ms. Yowley's status was.

She felt relaxed after puking everything out and even her head felt less heavy, she didn't tell Swaroop otherwise he would have been worried about her and she was really relieved after puking. ...................|| "Now I know why Nandini is obsessed with ur momos ..... They are so tasty" she moaned after eating a hot momo, she was sitting on kitchen slab. "Umm actually it's my recipe but it has touch of my Aai's Idea that's why they are tasty and different" indeed his recipe was different and better even she noticed this when he was making them. "U live with ur family ...... That's good" she said in timid voice with small beautiful smile on her lips but that smile also had pain in it.

Chapter 1: I Get Soaked and Molested by the Realtor While Pretending to Picture Myself in This Damn House I cross my arms tighter under my chest, rolling my eyes as Mom gushes about the open-plan kitchen. “It’s perfect for family dinners, honey. What do you think?”

His mom and Sanchi came towards the dining room. "Wow... What a smell!" Sanchi inhaled deeply filling her lungs with the delicious smell of Kheer. "Yeah, it's smelling so tasty," His mom added emerging in the kitchen. "Good morning, Sharanya," His mom gritted and I retorted, "Good morning, aunty." "Ohh, don't call me aunty, call me Mom, " She sternly warned me. I have never called mom to anyone. I nodded agreeing with her.

Damn, that was embarrassing. “What do you want to eat Luna,” I asked as she got inside the restaurant. “Chicken Momo,” She said cheerfully. I order two plates of chicken momo as we sat in the table. As soon as the waiter brought us our food, Luna started attacking the momo like a hungry wolf. She moaned and shouted, “I love it”. Suddenly I wanted to hear her moan and say she loved it but when we are doing something else. I quickly started eating to distract myself from thinking unholy things.

He raised his hands in mock surrender, the grin never leaving his face. “No touching. Got it,” he said, his voice light with false sincerity. The kitchen was spacious and pristine, its marble counters glinting under the soft overhead lights. A tall woman stood at the far end, her posture regal as she sipped a pink drink. Her pale complexion and sharp blue eyes, identical to Nitta’s, made it clear who she was before Nitta even spoke. “Mother,” he greeted, a note of unease in his voice. Suniza Morunaga didn’t look up immediately, her attention fixed on the glossy magazine spread across the counter. When she finally glanced our way, her expression was cool and calculating.

Hoping he’d touch me again. The kitchen smelled like fresh coffee and sizzling bacon, the warm, comforting aromas filling the air and making my stomach growl despite everything. Mom was already seated at the table, scrolling through her phone with a satisfied, glowing look on her face, the kind of post-sex glow that made my stomach twist with a confusing mix of jealousy and shame. She looked relaxed and happy, completely unaware of the storm raging inside me. And there he was.

“I've tried everything. “ Kiki said. At that time, Tsuki thought of the repercussions, what a girl who wanted to be a cook couldn't even do...? “She can't even make rice. “The woman said. Strange... Miss Kiki Omosube, she was the daughter of Jin Omosube, the master chef and queen of Chinese cuisine. The woman was an old friend of Eduarda Madrialbis, her tutor and mother when her biological mother died, she had problems teaching her daughter Kiki, who had difficulties in cooking, it seemed that everything she did tasted like charcoal, in addition to looking with coal. The one in front of him was a black pot with a black stuff in it, I don't know what that is.

“I’m sorry…I didn’t ask your father if you order food or if I need to cook for you." "No, no." She shook her head. "We have a chef, his name is Koko. He does the cooking. Just take me to the kitchen, please." The kitchen was one of the rooms we hadn't been to yet and I was guessing she was saving it for the last. "Would you lead the way? I don't know my way to or around the kitchen." I sounded a bit embarrassed saying that, but I didn’t need to. It was my first day at work, so I wasn't ashamed to admit that I didn't know my way around.

I ran to the kitchen. The girls were laughing about something around the table, while Mommy was warming up some extra french toast. "Where were you?" She asked, now pulling out some syrup from the fridge, placing it on the table. Mommy is a beautiful woman with black long hair, brown skin, perfect curves in all the right places, and slightly bigger thighs. She has brown eyes, which everyone shared, and nice plump lips. I ran to the farthest cabinet to grab some plates. "Ophir was taking so long in the bathroom-!"