Marry Me Chicken Once Upon A Chef Novels & Stories

"Brother Mo, this shop is run by my friend. The chefs inside are all hired from abroad." "As long as you like it!" Marvin looked at the girl in front of him, rubbed her long hair, and said dotingly. Chloe raised her head and saw a girl holding a man's arm walking in. When the man turned his head and looked over, Chloe did not expect to meet her husband here. "Chloe..." When Marvin saw Chloe, who was sitting on the seat, he called her softly with a smile.

I asked “They have retired for the day, you know these old people sleep early,” she replied and I chuckled. I sighed as I sat down on the couch, remembering the whole event that had happened that night. “Jaxon. He… he set up an unexpected date for me. I was shocked when he pulled me out of the office and took me out on a fancy we-alone dinner.” Ruth blinked, her face going through a series of emotions, from confusion to surprise. “Wait. Jaxon? The same Jaxon you broke up with years ago? What is he trying to do?”

He gently scooped Mei from Noel’s arms and laid her down in a cozy nest on the daybed with her bunny plushie. “Food time,” Lucas called. Noel leaned forward and took a dumpling. “If I don’t get twenty of these, someone’s dying.” Nico already had two pieces of fried chicken in his mouth. Aria moaned around a pastry. “This is the best damn chicken I’ve ever had. Marry me.” Lucas raised a brow. “I already proposed to Nico. You’re too late.” Aria grinned. “Fine. I’ll marry your chicken.” Noel looked around, smiling softly.

Anything is the hardest meal in the whole world. “Tell me an exact dish. Thinking is hard,” I complained. He rubbed his chin and thought a lot. Then, he stared at me and said, “Chicken curry.” I blankly stared at him as he continued. “Can you cook Chicken curry?” When he asked me the question, I remembered the first time I cooked that dish for him. ‘Eric told me that he wanted his future wife to cook this dish to him someday.’ Why would he ask me to cook this when he is going to marry someone else soon?

He always comes back home late or doesn’t come home at all. I cook food for him but he never eats until yesterday that he ate the food I cooked, that was when I noticed he eats a lot so I will make both minimal, so food won’t waste. I don’t really know how this marriage will go. Will it end in tears or it will end in love? I am totally confused. I don’t love Everett, obviously, but I will be happy if we both work something out. I tie up my hair and bring out all the ingredients for the food and also bring out the pots I will use. Tieing my apron and I get cooking. I am cooking the ricotta cheese first, after that I made the hot chicken sandwich.

I rushed out, feeling uneasy by his continuous fixed stare, I thought I saw something pass through his gaze, but it disappeared so quickly. The kitchen fell on silence once again, I quietly watched him as he dished out the meal. A slight smile tugged on my lips when he handed me a plate of mashed potatoes and cream cheese. I took the first mouthful and moaned aloud, I could definitely have him be my chef, or better yet fall in love with him and marry him so he would cook for me forever. I was trapped in my own silly fantasy word until his voice snapped me straight out. "Don't do that! "

"If I can get help from others, I also don't have to marry Noah and accept your curses, Mom..." Mrs. Gina was even more surprised, "Marry?" Grace nodded tearfully, "Yes, mom. I'm married to Noah." [Slap!] Mrs. Gina raised her hand and prepared to slap Grace again. The slap did land hard, but not on Grace's cheek but on someone else's. "Noah?!" "Y-you dare come here?!" An angry Mrs. Gina was even more outraged to find Noah there, especially when Noah replaced Grace to receive the slap. The atmosphere in Mrs. Gina's hospital room became even worse when Mrs. Gina, who heard the news of Grace and Noah's quickie wedding, couldn't resist the shock, causing her to have another heart attack.

Chrissy squealed, running in behind me a minute later. I nodded. “Hot. Very hot.” “He sure is. He needs time to look at the menu,” Chrissy muttered, turning to the small mirror near the fryer. She fluffed her hair and pouted in it. “I wonder how I can give him my number.” She turned just as one of the chefs came around the corner, carrying a huge vat of raw chicken dipped in the batter for frying. Time seemed to slow, as Chrissy banged right into the chef, and the huge container tipped sideways, right down her uniform. She screamed like she was being murdered, and everyone in the place looked in our direction.

Anjali scrunched her eyebrows and said, " Marry Alex's life is full of darkness, I am afraid that in the attempt of giving him lightly, my life will be also covered with dark. I can't! I am sorry " " Stay positive! Your positiveness and purity will vanish his dark ", Marry said. " I will try ! ", Anjali sighed. "Hmmmm..... It smells nice ", Marry sniffs the aroma of the soup. " Yes! I prepared the chicken soup for Alex, it's his favorite ", Anjali said. " Did you know about it? ", Marry asked with a smile. "Of course I know, Clara asked me to prepare it, especially for him, when he first time came to our house for dinner ", Anjali informed.

Misha’s POV Yummy Godfather doesn’t know that I can see his movements on my phone. I’m watching him on CCTV right now. I’m amazed at how he slices the meat—he moves like a pro in the kitchen. He’s even marinating the meat. While letting it soak, he chops onions, garlic, and vegetables. I still have no idea what he’s cooking. I thought, if I ended up marrying him, this would be a regular scene in our kitchen. I’d have a husband who’s not only rich but also a great cook.