Kitchen Set Coklat Putih Novels & Stories

The type I always dreamt of decorating myself. The kitchen was a modern day kitchen with a large wooden table in the middle that I had painted orange and gray. The two sets of deep freezer can be seen on the end almost near the door leading to the dining room. The pot of egg sauce I made was on one of the four burner gas cookers close to the window. I have always preferred my pots stainless with a smooth surface that reduces chances of my food getting burnt.

“You don’t even use half of this, do you?” “Not yet,” he said. “Maybe you’ll need it for deliveries or something.” Then he saved the best for last. He opened the double doors at the end of the hall and stepped aside. The kitchen. I stopped breathing. It was obscene. Matte-black cabinetry that went all the way to the ceiling, a six-burner range with a griddle and a plancha, double ovens, a walk-in fridge that glowed softly when he flicked the light. And there, in pride of place on the island, was the Pacojet—the exact model I’d stared at in catalogues for years, the one I’d whispered about to Milika like it was a celebrity crush. I’d never touched one. Never thought I would.

It was a fully functional kitchen, with more than what a person needed, living on their own. I realized there were also decorations in the kitchen, like a mat for the coffee maker, and matching black steel containers for the coffee grounds, sugar, and powdered creamer. Every appliance was black stainless steel. Kitchen towels and oven mitts, which were black with silver stripes, were hung on a section of the wall, near the sink. I had even placed matching curtains on the large window above the sink. “I see your point.” I chuckled and then rubbed the back of my head awkwardly.

She guided me forward carefully, hands on my shoulders. The kitchen smelled like vanilla and cinnamon. Warm. Inviting. "Okay. Look." I opened my eyes. The large wooden table was covered with ingredients—flour, sugar, butter, eggs arranged in neat rows. Two aprons hung from chairs. And in the center, like offerings, sat bars of chocolate. Both dark and white. My breath caught. "Arie—"

All sides of the mansion room are dominated by white and gold, thus showing luxury and splendor. Jes started by opening one by one the kitchen set cabinets and drawers. See whatever is in it. Jes's eyes brightened even more, all the equipment was very complete and branded. What is clear is the price is not playing games, much different from the kitchen in the mansion.

A oakwood table stood in the middle of the room, and on top of it, there's a plate of cold refrigerated black chocolate with fork, and minimal packs of wasabi peas. There's a bottle of rare aged wine, and on that same table, there's a brown coffin.

Walking into the kitchen with my thoughts all over the place, I stumble into the marble counter which brings me back to reality. This kitchen is just as modern and sophisticated as the rest of the house, having more white and black than the black and grey of the rest of the place. And it seems lived in. Very lived in that atop the counter I just walked into sits naked bullets, as shiny and menacing as its owner.

Theseus watches me in what I presume is amusement as he takes a bottle and drinks it but at a much slower pace. I finish, and then I look around. We are in a massive kitchen with black cabinets with no door handles. The countertops are cool to the touch and look to be marble or something very similar. I move away from him to look around some more. The grandest dining table I have ever seen is at one end of the room. The countertop matches that of the kitchen, and the chairs are grand and high-backed with red cushions to sit on, the only pieces of colour in this room.

She spun to look at the simple and neat kitchen area behind her. Her utensils, which were either black, deep beige or white colors stood perfectly in their places;like the pair of white ceramic mugs on small beige placemats, the three black cane chairs which was directly behind her, with the white cabinet that served as a sink, counter and demarcation between the living room area and the kitchen. “Anything you make will be fine” I muttered lazily. “Are you sure?” She asked and I nodded. She walks roundabout the white cabinet and throws on a beige apron. The tap came on and the water poured out with great force. Mia fetched some soap from the bottle and washed her hands thoroughly before reac

Justin asked her while they are walking towards the wide kitchen that holds a 10-chair white, porcelain dinner table, a kitchen counter, the upgraded and high technology appliances that he made him amazed by the richness of the Sy. "Just stay here at the kitchen, hmm. I will help the cooks out there," Inna said when they stopped at the entrance of the kitchen while she was crouching down. Justin nodded at her even though he didn't understand why he would be all alone in the kitchen of the Sy's mansion while the cooks are roaming around the counter, cooking different cuisines for the family. Justin observed the cooks, maybe some of them are multi-awarded chefs because they are dressed in whit