Novel Chef Novels & Stories

She joked. “I am going to prepare something for you,Nana.” I announced, walking into the kitchen. I decided I was going to prepare dinner tonight; The chef was surprised to see me in the kitchen. He is a lanky,tall,dark-haired man with a set of upturned eyes. I barely came across him in the mansion. I bet he kept to himself except when he was needed in the kitchen. “Do you need anything, madam?” He asked, dropping a napkin on the kitchen island to focus his attention on me.

“But I didn’t realize how many tables she has, and our new chef is currently available.” Looking somewhat disappointed, Alex jots something down on her notepad before giving me a nod. I lead her to the kitchen, where Anton is waiting, leaning on the counter. “Ah, the journalist!” Anton says animatedly as we enter. “Welcome, welcome!” Alex shoots Anton a cold smile, her pen poised to write. “So, Anton, you’ve made quite the impression so far.” “I suppose you could say that,” he says, chuckling. “Like a fingerprint on a Monet painting, perhaps.”

"I just saw you now. Are you new here?" "Sort of. I'm the new chef." "The chef?" I furrowed my brows. "You mean you're the new chef?" She nodded. I was slightly surprised. She was indeed too young for that position. Usually, cooking experts are older. I remembered the ginger soup from this morning, and my face brightened up. "Thank you for the ginger soup earlier. It was delicious." I saw her freeze, and then her face turned red, while her overall expression remained uninterested.

Jenny takes my mouth in a hot and steamy kiss as Chef comes around and serves us our food, shaking his head from side to side as he says, "I can tell you right now that the meat is seasoned way too much." Jenny just giggles, making my cock grow more for her. "Chef, just worry about your own cooking. If they don't like our cooking, we will let you go back to it." Chef smiles. "Of course, ma'am." When he leaves Jenny looks over at Annie, giggling as she says, "We're doing this, right?" Annie giggles right with her as she nods. "Yes sis, we are doing this."

I asked, tilting my head. He glanced at me, forcing a weak smile. “I’m fine… I just always get nervous when it’s time to serve Mr. Blackwell his food. My partner makes it easier for me, but he’s not here today.” An idea sparked my mind as my curiosity pushed forward. “I can help you serve him today.” The chef stared at me, stunned. His wide eyes and slightly open mouth said it all. “Let me guess—you’re new?” “Yes,” I admitted.

Today is an auspicious day for me and I won’t let anything ruin that no matter what. M“What have you had planned today, Scar?” She asked me again, “the whole house smells delicious, “I think I saw that famous chef, the one from the kitchen goodies show, I am not sure though” “Really?” I was surprised, that chef was one to die for, he was really good and he had many fans. “Like I said, I am not sure though. Maybe…,

To say the least, this was the most expensive and exotic assortment of dishes Elena had beheld in such a great amount. And her first thought was the epic scene when, during the lunch, Chelsea had ridden them all in a rollercoaster and then dropped them suddenly with the statement: "Can I get the recipe for this dish?" Elena smiled. Chelsea, the wild one. Now that she is pregnant... Well, Elena didn't want to think about that now. She turned to the chief chef who was standing aside, overseeing the activities of the swift. He was a confident, middle aged man, who loved to talk about his artistry.

As Killian strode down the hallway, faithfully tracking the omega's scent once again, his thoughts dwelled upon the Head Chef, a figure he regarded as a second father. The elderly Head Chef had faithfully served the royal family for countless years, long predating Killian 's birth. Their connection ran deep, as the Head Chef prepared Killian 's cherished dishes and clandestinely slipped him delightful treats, unbeknownst to his parents. Killian wondered if the Head Chef had undergone any transformations, but one thing remained constant: his aversion to allowing strangers into his culinary domain. Hence, Killian found it astonishing to discover that the Head Chef was acquainted with Yifa and

needed to get to him anyway to tell him what was happening. We just needed to meet at a quiet spot and talk before he leaves the Alpha Chambers. He comes to serve at the Alpha Chambers specially but he wasn't around today. It was strange and I kept my eyes out for him. Where was he? "Wait... where is the chef? Why is he not here?" It was the Alpha that voiced out my own question. One of the maids bowed before moving to answer. "We couldn't find him." My eyes narrowed at the mate. What was she saying? "What do you mean you couldn't find him? He made the food didn't he?" "Yes...yes he did but we couldn't find him when we returned back from washing up so we could come serve you. We told the he

By the time she placed the bowl of porridge on the tray and turned around a lot of people were already eyeing her pot of porridge with anticipation , some of them were even staring at her until Jiang Ning started to feel a bit uncomfortable " umm , there is a bit of porridge left in the pot , you all can -" She has hardly extended her invitation when Chef Zhu rushed into the kitchen and ladled a bowl of porridge for himself . Jiang Ning wanted to warn him that the porridge was still hot but the chef didn't listen to her warning and hurriedly ate a bite of the congee " Its perfect " exclaimed Chef Zhu his eyes widening with disbelief "from the consistency to the softness of the boiled chicken