Never Cook Again Novels & Stories

Flushed and hot, I took a step back, “What?” “Since when do you cook?” He asked. “Excuse me, that was rude, Mr.” I frowned. “Aevia, the last time you tried to cook, you threw away all the onions, vandalized the carrots, assaulted the spinach, and committed the greatest sin ever to the flour.” He recited. My eyes flickered as my mind played back the scene that occurred at his apartment when I tried to cook, using the videos from T****k…it was a mess… no… a disaster.

"Forget it. It was too long ago. It doesn't matter. The tomatoes are ready." "Heat the pan. Add the oil. When it’s hot, pour in the eggs." Sarah didn't wait for the pan to dry. The moment the oil hit the droplets of water, it exploded in a series of violent pops. Sarah leaped back with a hiss. "I swear to God, this is the last time I ever cook." Even Maddy couldn't help but chime in from the sidelines. "Mommy, since Uncle is being so nice and teaching you, you should learn properly. The noodles you make are always... really yucky."

"What? No. That's not even possible. I don't—" The cook smiled gently. "All right, I believe you. Just making sure." Iona nodded. "Just... not feeling well." "Well, if it happens again, don't drink water from the basin again," the cook scolded lightly, "Let it out if you need to. I'll find you an old pot. Don't hold it in and make yourself worse, understand?" "Yes. I understand." The cook began to rise, but Iona held her forearm. "Wait," she said quickly.

She tried to convince me but I stand my ground. She is the worst cook ever. I went to change my clothes then returned to the kitchen. Izzy is already finished cooking. I looked at her dish. It sure smelled nice and looked tasty. "Come on, try it ". I hesitated for a moment but I get a plate and get a few. Hmmm.. It's really delicious. " You've got it this time. How did you cooked this?". She shrugged. "I just reheat it. I've bought that outside . I am just reheating it when you came".

he suddenly blurted out. I turned to him. "I never talked about my exes to anyone," I put the omelet on the plate, then placed it on the table. I went back to the countertop to prepare cube potatoes. "Why the sudden interest?" I asked as I cut the potatoes carefully. He shrugged. "Just wondering..."

"Are you not going to cook for me ever again?" "No way. I won't cook for you again. I'll let the chef make it for you. If you don't like her cooking, I'll order someone else to cook." Caroline blinked her eyes and pursed her lips. "Are you really not going to cook for me again?" she asked again. "No." Eddy wiped the tears from her face. "I'm such a bad cook. Since you don't like my cooking, I'll stop cooking again. Okay?" Caroline lowered her eyes. "Okay."

Trying harder did not occur to him, coming from a family where achievement was a right, at least until business fell and he ended up here in hopes of reviving it. "Anyway, I will be good enough to say that my offer does stand if you have no other option. And word of warning," he chuckled, one of actual amusement. "Never annoy the cook, trust me, she isn't an enemy you want to have! Not unless you like finding unsavoury tastes in your food. She knows all the bitter and unpleasant herbs and seeds to use if she's upset. Never anything dangerous but the taste lasts..." He wrinkled his nose at the memory. It took over a day to get rid of it.

"Your food, you shouldn't even call yourself a chef talkless of a cook, this food taste so awful, I mean, we shouldn't judge a book by its cover, it looks good but it tastes bad" "It brings some kind of garbage taste and the texture is ao hard, gosh! I can't even chew" "Don't cook this again, don't ever cook again" "Are you talking to me?" Was I too rude?

He asked me as he walked towards my bed and placed me on it. “No.” I answered him. “I’m gonna get something for you to eat.” He said, turning to leave, but then he stopped and looked back at me with a serious expression, “Don’t ever try to cook with Jerry again, not while you’re still in this house. If you really want to learn how to cook, I can sign you up for a cooking class. I don’t want to see you getting too close to that chef again.” He walked out of my room, leaving me with my mouth slightly ajar.

“The pot itself didn’t start on fire, but if you don’t stir the stew correctly, it sticks to the pot and burns. Have you eaten?” “I ate a few bites, but I was so tired I didn’t want to eat anymore. Besides that, I didn’t think it tasted very good.” “It doesn’t taste good at all because it’s burned.” She frowned as a lump formed in her throat. “Forgive me. I promise to do better next time.” “There won’t be a next time.” He sat on the edge of the bed and touched her leg. “Because of what happened, the cook doesn’t want you in the kitchen ever again.”