Never Cook Again Novels & Stories

It was almost like he was in another world. ‘Did mother cook this food?’. Finn stopped eating and thought for a while. He then chuckled and admitted, “This cannot be my mother’s food. Mother can't cook this kind of delicious meal. She's an average chef”. Finn's voice was low when he said this. He couldn't risk offending Amy in any way because she would stop cooking for him. What was worse was that his mother could even go as far as warning Mrs Jenny not to cook any food for him again. Finn shivered at the thought of this.

After this one meal I doubt our paths will ever cross again. &&&

He shook his head and said, "Only if you don't know cooking, you will get addicted to my cooking and stay with me." "I think you've gone crazy after spending hours in the water." How can I say no when I've seen you try so hard? I know you'll get first place, but even if you don't, I won't turn you down, Alex.

DANIELA “Why didn’t your parents ever teach you how to cook?” Josh asks me while taking the thawed ground beef out of the microwave. “Well, my mom wanted to, but I was never really interested in cooking. I think it’s easier to set the kitchen on fire than to fry an egg,” I say, shrugging as I line up all the spices he asked me to grab. “In that case, if I were you, I probably wouldn’t cook either.” I turn to the side, placing one hand on the counter to lean on it and the other on my hip.

“You want me to teach you how to cook?” Zain did not cook unless it could be done in a microwave. “I would like you to teach me to make pasta. Yours is so good. Maybe I could learn to make it myself.” I got up and dug threw my dresser until I found a t-shirt long enough to cover the important bits. “You know you could just not put on clothes.” “Lesson number 1. Do not cook naked. You don’t want anything hot to splatter on sensitive areas.” I chuckle. “Good point.”

I raise an eyebrow at her as she walks to the counter. “You seem stressed.” She says. “Not really just frustrated. I wish we knew what the hell was going on there.” I comment. I sit down on one of the barstools to see what she is going to make. She and Aliya are very good cooks and they are the only two allowed to cook besides Claire. None of us is allowed to cook. Then again the last time we tried Brayden, Eddie, and I almost burned down the kitchen. I thought Claire was going to kill us until Uncle Phillip promised we would never try to cook again. We haven’t.

Agnes cleaned it fast and meticulously, afraid that the cook would be mad at her, and decided not to teach her anymore. After a while, she finished cleaning everything and stood next to the cook, fidgeting. The cook noticed her reluctance to participate again, and although she’s a woman with few words, she decided to comfort her. “It’s okay.” “Huh?” Agnes looked at her, her eyes wide in shock. She was startled, hearing her talk without being led on. The cook gives her a lopsided smile, “everyone makes mistakes. Cooking is not a walk to the park. Cooking is like a baby that just learned how to walk; one step at a time.”

She chuckled softly, amused by her own silly idea. “No, of course, that’s not what I meant,” Axton said, looking slightly panicked. “Mom still loves to cook, even though she tends to use way too much salt, despite having a chef around every day. What I mean is, I don’t want you to overexert yourself after just finishing your exercise class.” “Cooking isn’t like running a ten-mile marathon, Axton,” Sierra rolled her eyes. “I’ll think about what to bring before the afternoon. I’ll let you know to get your approval first.”

… Melody took off her coat, donned an apron, and started prepping the ingredients, swiftly defrosting, chopping, and seasoning in one go. As the pot simmered with bone broth enriched by herbs, Melody encountered trouble while frying ribs. The induction cooker had malfunctioned, causing the flames to flare uncontrollably from beneath the pan. A passing maid, witnessing the flames nearly reaching the exhaust hood, exclaimed in shock, "Oh my god! Miss, are you okay?" Melody quickly intervened as the maid was about to douse the fire with water, warning, "Don't use water!" Understanding that water could exacerbate the situation, Melody promptly unplugged the cooker, her face feeling the intense h

“Want to join me?” That cracked his mask. His brows rose. “You know how to cook?” The way he said that didn’t sit right with me. I raised one of my own. “What, do I look incapable of handling a stove?” To be honest, I’m incapable of that, I forgot the last time I cooked anything. Ive always had people cooking or just take outs. So… I don’t know if it’s a good idea to cook. Cooking might not be the best idea, considering how quickly nausea sneaks up on me these days.