Novel Chef Novels & Stories

" Master will find out that you have been cooking for him. What are you going to do?" The Chef, A decent Wolf, Carol asked before passing me the cheese and onion. Since I had been hiding the fact that I cooked his meals, he might recognize. But who cared? I did no longer had to act like her anyway. I smiled, shaking my head as I felt something inside my stomach. I couldn't stand the smell for some reason. " I will cook something that is from the northern fortress. They use more spice than the other regions!"

I looked up to see my mum chewing with her eyes closed, and my stomach groaned wanting to take a bite. I took a mouthful and almost moaned out loud too, this is so good. "This chef is good, I have tasted a lot of salads but this is just different," My mum said sipping her wine as I nodded. "Would you like to have anything else?" Noah suddenly asked and I looked up at him. "Yes, Get me the chef" My Mum replied taking another mouthful Noah had a shocked look on his face and that made me frown in suspicion. "The chef called in sick this morning..." He started to say but my mum raised her hands silencing him as he gulped loudly in fear and I almost burst into laughter, to others my Mum can be ve

“Master Sean will not mind it if he’s going to cook for himself.” “Hahaha. You’re actually right, Butler Nazi. He might just get disappointed with our try-hard cooking.” They’re both lucky with each other. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO Thank you so much! Want to hear your review! THANKS A LOT!

The first was with his mentor. To cover up his shame, and to show off his good title, Ronjon pulled his most important I.D., with the prestigious hotel's name, Bengal Royal Hotel, the top one in the country. He displayed it like a trophy to Charbi and under his name as Head Chef. He took another calling card and handed it. Charbi accepted the object and read Punjab Delights, one of the most famous magazines. It had the chef's name with more titles, Consultant Chef and Content Writers Department Head. Charbi's eyes turned round. He blinked and read again and looked at Ronjon while pointing his finger on the card and to the owner. Ronjon's lips curved up.

We stop at one particularly tall shelf in the left-end corner. “These books here are mine.” He pokes a finger at a title and draws it from the shelf. The cover is new and glossy, and the size of a magazine. “This is called Mastering the Art of Greek Cooking. I wrote this book under the pen name of Oliver Youngwood.” He gives me the book. “And you write cookbooks too! What a surprise.” I’m beginning to admire the man a lot. It’s true what they said about him on the internet then. He’s a man of many talents. “Just what else can you do aside from being a CEO and a chef?”

My arm was shaking. I am a cook. Not a spy. But I could not let a master of the craft be slaughtered. The Chief Royal Chef is in danger.

Agatha missed her son badly, but she was sure that Mrs Walton, her landlady, would take good care of him. *** “The food was delicious, thank you so much,” Mishka politely thanked the chef. “Madam, the food was prepared solely by Sir Christian. I only prepared the cake.” The chef answered, and Mishka looked at Christian with wide eyes. “Thanks for the help Chef, indeed you are the best,” Christian said, and the chef bowed in front of him. “And you can leave now. We will help ourselves.” “Thank you for providing the opportunity to serve you, sir,” The chef said, and left them alone in the cabin.

She inquired, cutting her fingernails. "Any homemade food" he replied, he didn't care if she knew how to cook or not. He didn't marry her to be his cook or maid. He would cook if she didn't know. He grinned at the thought. He would be the chef and served her on the bed and dining room. "Your favourite book?" "ARB101 and Adiya Amir by Um_royhan" he replied. "Awww, who could take you like a romance sucker" she snickered.

Chapter 41 Anna's POV The wine glass trembled in my hand as I stared at my phone, scrolling through yet another article about Cynthia's triumphant return to Missford. "Chef Cynclair's Maison Cynclair continues to dominate the culinary world..." "Michelin star chef: The inspiring transformation of..." "Mystery woman at Grand Prix revealed to be culinary icon..." I threw the phone across the room. It bounced off the couch cushion and clattered to the floor. Everything was falling apart.

Chapter 151 – Fired Aria stayed calm, watching Noel's reaction carefully. He hadn't even tasted the food, which meant the problem was with how it looked. "Why? Because it doesn't have all those fancy presentations from a five-star hotel?" That's how the chef always plated everything,like edible art. But her question made Noel's eyes narrow with suspicion. At first, he'd thought maybe the chef was being lazy. Or sick, and Betty had stepped in to cook. But now he suspected the truth.