Never Cook Again Novels & Stories

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I just want to go to the market and be back you know say I never cook for oga before, - - - You know I have never cooked for the time wey I dey come e no dey day so, I no know Mr. Oke whenever I come, he’s not always around so, watin e dey like chop I don’t know what he like to eat No put sugar oo e no dey like sugar- - - Don’t put sugar, he doesn’t like sugar if you no talk am na, I nofor know- - - - if I didn’t say it, I wouldn’t have known Una wel done oo- - - - - - I greet you all, well-done

“Tell me something funny then. Prove you can be different.” Nico thought for a second. “Alright. When I was young, I tried to cook for my mother once. I wanted to make pasta. I burned the water. Yes, I burned water. The pot was black and the kitchen was full of smoke. My mother walked in and said, ‘Son, even the fire is scared of you.’” I laughed. I could not stop myself. A real laugh came out. “You burned water? How is that possible?” He smiled wider. “I still do not know. But she never let me near the kitchen again.”

“Tonight I cooked for her. On her fucking kitchen counter. After I bent her over it and fucked her senseless.” I couldn’t remember the last time I cooked. It was most likely sometime in college, more than a decade ago, but when I stared at her, my limbs started moving before my brain could catch up, and as if it was muscle memory, I ended up making one of the few things I used to eat in college. Nico’s eyebrows shot up, but he stayed quiet, letting me talk because he knew I needed to rant. I’d never ranted before.

Peter hugged this woman out of the living room, his face serious: "Mia, don't go in there anymore, I can't teach you to cook anymore." Mia was about to continue, but Peter went inside and said, “I'll let you cook for me later, you can take care of me. I don't want to see you in the kitchen again, forgive your beautiful hands." Mia: “…” The first time learning to cook failed. …

I realized how horrible and poisonous I could cook. When Imogen's eyes met mine, he gave me a sidelong smile. Which made me even more annoyed. But at least he could say something good, even if it was for the sake of being polite. "Animal" I mumbled, chewing every piece of food harshly assuming them as Imogen and Orion. Both of them are jerk headed freaks. I cursed myself a thousand times, and took a vow to "never ever I will try to cook again". I could feel three pairs of eyes were on top of my head.

"I never had cooked in my life. Not even had boiled a water but than I thought I wanted to cook. So I tried the first time. It was so bad that even animals won't eat them. The second time it was worse than the first. I again tried. Again tried. And kept trying until I finally made it right. To be exact it was perfect. Do you want to know how many times I tried? " Grandpaa asked to the girls as his girlfriend nodded while Hayl kept focusing on her food. "106th time. " he said as there was silence while I choked on my food but held myself together. "Funny right. A man known for being the perfect person and role model of business industry. Cooked one hundred and five times to made a perfect mea

But I did quench the fire, leaving great smoke everywhere. Few hours later, my cousins returned and met her outside. They broke into fits of cough, asked me what happened. And when I told them, they laughed at me. Even made mockery of my burnt hair, and charcoal black face. Even my grandma was mad when she returned. Ever since then, I never made an attempt to cook. Because I tend to burn everything down. Never even made an attempt to learn. I figured I didn't need to." I concluded. "That was epic." Alex said, it looked like he had clearly enjoyed himself from all the things I had told him. Because he was smiling now.

"Nah, I'm not using it, my recipe is special." Then dad came