Kronk Cooking Novels & Stories

Randell just clear his throat instead and did not answer the two right hands that he trusted. "How's your work? The one that I've asked you to do?" Later Randell asked Cronan. "Ah, Boss. Beani, the Chief Cook, is what they teach," Cronan answered. "What?" Randell asked in shock. "Yes, Boss. According to them, Beani's cooking is delicious but when it comes to serving food, it is said that he prepares something different so they have no choice but to eat it just to fill their stomachs," explained Cronan.

Mia’s POV The smell of roasted garlic and oregano was filling the kitchen before the food even arrived. Kraven has taken it upon himself to instruct the chef in what exactly to prepare. I’d lit a couple of candles on the table — partly to make things look cozy, and somehow also to give myself something to do with my hands while Kraven was in the living room talking with Granny. I wonder what they kept on talking and chattering about but I only pray it's nothing too personal.

He said to himself. A few moments later after they are about to finish their supper when Krono enters the room. “What brings you here big brother?” she asked after seeing her brother panting. “Nothing. I just felt hungry all of the sudden.” He said as he sits beside his sister and then taste her food. “That’s creamy. Are there any left?” the two immediately stopped eating and then looked at their plates that are almost finished. “Don’t even think about it.” He said as he immediately realize what the both of them are planning to do.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ “Need help?” Ronan sighs and gives up. He has been staring at everything he had and still hasn’t made a move to even decide what they will have for breakfast. It was even ironic how he has these stocks when he perfectly knows to himself that he doesn’t cook. He really sucks at this and now he doesn’t have a choice to give the kitchen to Cross. “All I can do is make us coffee.” Cross chuckles. “Better than nothing. I’ll cook if that’s okay.”

His reaction made Kenny see, he ran up, helped him into the corner of the kitchen and reassured: “I know Chef Katherine is a bit exaggerated but she is not a bad person. She's the one who told Uncle Macken to keep you here. I don't know what the reason is but I heard this from her. You should also know that she's not the soft-spoken type." “I had… had… two plates of English roast…” Krik held out the jar of sauce in front of Kenny. He quickly understood the problem. He rolled his eyes and raised his hand to his lips: “Oh… God!!! Chris!!! You are crazy!!! Those two discs are for VIPs!” Krik buried his face in his hands and sobbed. Kenny quickly ran out into the lobby. His eyes were drawn to th

ROOSEVELT’S POV "Daddy, you burned it!" Lorna’s loud giggle filled the kitchen. "I did not burn it, little bug," Zyran said playfully. "It is just extra crispy and that is how the best chefs in Italy make it." "No, they don't!" Lorna laughed. "It looks like a black rock!" I stood in the hallway, leaning against the wall, smiling as I listened to them. I walked into the kitchen, Zyran was by the stove, wearing a casual white t-shirt and sweatpants. He held a spatula and looked down at a very black, ruined pancake in the pan, Lorna sat at the kitchen island, kicking her feet and pointing at him.

He sheepishly admitted, "We've run out. Since you occasionally made it rain inside the packhouse as well, I gave the staff the week off. Consequently, we haven't restocked groceries at all this week." I did my best to hide the disappointment from my face, accepting that the lack of bacon was my own fault. "That's okay," I said, glancing at Brock, Linda, and her mate Rylan, who had just arrived and seated Linda on his lap. "Would everyone like pancakes?" They all nodded with enthusiasm. I laughed. "Can none of you cook?" Linda shook her head. "Brock has been our chef for the week. Like we have all become quite accustomed to eating food that's thoroughly cooked." Linda giggled, though her brow

So it seemed she was happy to have the practice. I’d taken some cooking lessons on easy things to prepare. I had two large crock pots that were phenomenal in making meals for the whole clan. I had already shown the two oldest how to help peel potatoes and they loved to help put things together. Didn’t quite trust them with a knife yet but what they could do was a big help. “Drake, I'm not helpless. My belly is probably going to three times this soon enough. Then you can freak out,” she teased, trying to get up.