Novel Chef Novels & Stories

he said, entranced by the way her lips curled around her cup and her face. Her smile broadened. "I'm glad to hear it," she said. "You're not too bad yourself, Monsieur Chef." His heart fluttered, and he resisted the urge to brag and tell her his actual chef name: Le Fromage. He was avoiding the limelight while he could, even if he could use it to impress people. He would simply have to show her sometime. That reminded him about cooking, and that he still needed to do some of that for M. Peluche. Who was still in the prison on this side of the city. And he lived on the other side.

“Oh, I’m so sorry for the lack of introductions. I’m Kat, a chef. Mr. Dominico moved me here to prepare meals a few times a week. I hope we'll be able to get along just fine, ma’am.” As she spoke, I felt confused because I could still clearly remember that particular morning when Lorenzo had presented me with a bunch of books to study In order for me to master the act of cooking, and now, he had brought a chef here to come prepare the food which we’d both be eating, which means I wouldn’t have to be put through the horrible ordeal of attempting to prepare food unfailingly,

She had been the one who knew the exact temperature for a medium-rare steak; she was the one who could make a soufflé rise like a miracle. I looked at my hands, hands that had signed billion-dollar contracts, hands that had held steering wheels of Italian sports cars. They were useless in a kitchen. But I was Caleb Knight. I didn't need to be a chef. I needed to be a ghost. I grabbed the ledger again, slamming it onto the counter. “If she can play dead for five years,” I whispered, “I can play a cook for five days.” I pulled out my laptop, my fingers flying over the keys as I bypassed the security firewalls of The Silver Spoon’s employment database. It was surprisingly easy. The rich never t

I shook the thought away, picked up my new phone and walked out. I made my way down to the dining room, the smell of fresh coffee and spices filling the hallway. I found Nana shifting some heavy silver plates at the table. “Wait, do you do the cooking too?” I asked, as I walked closer to her “No,” another voice answered from behind me. I spun around to see a man in a professional white apron carrying a tray of fresh, vibrant juice. He looked like he stepped out of a five-star kitchen. “I am Chef Bartholomaus-Vincenzo-Maximillian-de-la-Cruz,” he said, the name going on for so long I literally lost track of the middle.

He was the most affected one, but never let them see it. The maid came inside the kitchen and the head maid Catherine handed a check to the chef, asking him to leave the mansion. The chef got irritated and curse them. Chef: how can they do this to me? I left my job at five start hotel to cook for them, and they are throwing me out. Catherine : it's better to leave on your own rather than by your collar. The chef grits his teeth but left the mansion, not before cursing them. Catherine leaned against the wall and said,“ how many cooks will they change now? "

"Your cooking skills are getting better. I hope you will no longer be an assistant chef, but a great chef who is good at preparing new menus every month." "Of course, Chef. I have learned a lot from you," Liana replied after taking a glass of wine from Chef Onel. This middle-aged woman is divorced from her husband and she looks happier than three years after Liana met her in this restaurant. Liana doesn't know if she had children with her former husband, but many say that Chief Chef Onel's child was taken by force by her husband. Many are still confused, so Liana has to keep her mouth shut about such personal matters.

What was the man who sat at the apex of Haicheng’s food chain doing in a place filled with grease and steam? She walked toward the light and froze in the doorway. Xavier was standing at the stove, his tall, powerful frame silhouetted against the stainless steel. His long, elegant fingers gripped a chef’s knife with practiced ease, julienning carrots into strips so fine and uniform they looked like art. Chloe was genuinely stunned. The man who could ruin a dynasty with a single phone call... could cook?

There was only one other person in the apartment. "Ares?" I called out, my voice tight. ... Ares While Kia was occupied in the bathroom, I had a clipboard in hand and a mission to complete. I had decided that failure in the kitchen was no longer an option. Just yesterday, I bought a cookbook with "Beginner Friendly" stamped across the cover in bright letters. "The CEO of Vueravista does not do average," I muttered, flipping past pictures of salads. "She is not going to find out I can't cook a proper meal. Master Chef Ares starts today."

After all, he did have the tendency not to fit in quickly and observe people for a while. "Really? That must be because the chef who made this is from earth." Talia delicately set down the knife she had been using to cut and spread cheese on her bread and took her time to stare at the dish. "No wonder! Does he know the truth then? You being the heir of Sun God and running one of the best inns on earth?"

The chef swallowed his saliva, when he finally tasted the strange dish, while continuing to pray that he would survive after trying the strange dish. When the chef tries one of the dishes Maya has made, it tastes unexpectedly ... Fantastic? As a professional chef, he has obviously tasted a lot of great food throughout his life. But for him to taste something new, it felt like the previously haunting image of a vegetable monster was suddenly erased by the taste of the food itself. The chef subconsciously nodded his head, as he took another mouthful to try another type of food that Maya had made.