Never Cook Again Novels & Stories

After all, this way of eating could not be learned in a short time. "You don't like this food?" Archie put down the knife and fork and looked at Leona. "Well, I'm not used to it." Leona replied. Archie turned to Carol and said, "In the future, we will no longer cook this meal at home." Carol almost lost her 20 years of work experience and her eyes widened! What did she hear? She heard the young master say that in the future, this meal would no longer be cooked at home? Even though this was the young master's most favorite meal.

Her shoulders slumped as she let out a small, disappointed sigh. “Oh no… it burned,” she murmured to herself. Then she looked back at me. “Is it okay if I cook again? Can you wait a bit longer?” I just stared at her, not even sure why. “Is there something on my face?” she asked, finally pulling me back to myself. She touched her cheek and fixed her hair awkwardly. “No need,” I said flatly. “I’ll eat outside.” She nodded, clearly disappointed. “Don’t cook next time, especially if you’re just going to fall asleep. Don’t try to do things you don’t have to. That’s what the maids are here for. You could’ve put everyone in this house in danger.”

Yes, he certainly is in shock. “Really, none of us can cook, so we just got used to eating what others cook and deliver.” It really isn't a big deal, yet he looks astounded by the thought. I can cook, just it always gets burnt. That is one thing Max hated. I would be so worried he wouldn’t be happy that I would mess up.

I said munching happily, "Yes, because I made this" "Shut up! You can cook ? That too this yum!!" "Yup! but..." "But?'' I saw how fast his eyes that were beamed with happiness turned in to sad and hurt took over his face.... "My dad , he does not like when I cook . It is my passion but for him , it is just a waste of time so I will give up" "No you can't. Rayle , please don't do this. Do not ever give up on your passion. You know how sexy it is, when a guy can cook ? How about this, you would have to make me something delicious whenever you feel like cooking yeah?"

“We should make a list! A fun list!” “Well,” Zarek said, puffing out his chest proudly, “I want to cook for you. Really cook, not just order takeout or have the kitchen staff do it.” Zade immediately started coughing, nearly choking on his own spit. “No. Absolutely not. That’s a terrible idea.” “Why not?” I looked between them, confused by Zade’s strong reaction. “Zarek can’t cook to save his life,” Zade said seriously, like he was delivering grave news. “Last time he tried to make eggs, he nearly burned down the kitchen. The fire department had to come.”

His brows knitted to my remarks. “Why, you do don’t know how to cook?” I coughed and smiled awkwardly when he asked me. “Let’s eat?” I said trying to avoid the topic. It’s just me and cooking, we don’t bond so well. We had past. I almost burned our house when I was in high school because I tried to cook something I saw online. I didn’t know that that will happen. I just left to change my clothes and when I came back, the kitchen’s already on fire! That’s why dad doesn’t want me near the kitchen anymore.

I don't do as told because I'm flipping myself to my back and continue listening to Ander's sexually explicit voice notes. It's only when the piercing smell of smoke hits my lungs I stand up. My eggs have burned and stuck to the pan. So much for a non stick pan. I set my phone down for a few seconds, break 2 other eggs and put them in a brand new pan. I, learning from my mistakes set it on the lowest heat. It doesn't burn this time, but it's sure as hell inedible. I throw it away, completely giving up on the idea of eating eggs.

I shrugged. "It might seem odd, but I know I won't. When I did the others, I knew it would be flitting, and I would give them up on some months, which I did. But it isn't the same with cooking. I know I'm never giving it up." He assured me. "Never say never." I teased.

Messing with the dial to get it on, after a second, it lights up. “Baby… In all seriousness… You can’t cook. Do you need me to list the amount of times you’ve set fire to our kitchen in New York? How many attempts at teaching you to cook have ended in failure?” He sounds more than alarmed; in fact, he sounds kind of horrified and I eye roll at his dramatics.

she murmured with puffy eyes. He froze before quickly shaking his head, “No! Not at all—” “God, Damon, you can stop trying to make me feel better already. I’m not just bad at cooking, I’m a goddamn culinary disaster! I didn’t even know some ingredients aren’t meant to go together! I swear, I’m never gonna cook again. Ever! If I accidentally killed you because I was too pigheaded about playing chef… I would die out of heartbreak!”