Novel Küche Novels & Stories

"Uncle Chad, it's time for dinner!" Uncle Chad? He was not used to being called that! Chad muttered to himself as he stored the USB drive and asked, "You're quite good at cooking. Where did you learn this?" Gisella smiled and pulled out a bound book, saying, "I learned from this book, Mystical Cuisine." Chad was stunned, but after carefully inspecting the meal Gisella prepared, he could not help but be impressed. Chad wrote the book Mystical Cuisine, which summarized his experiences and recipes for medicinal cuisine.

"I used a chocolate wine to sauté the chicken. "Interesting. I love what it does to the taste." Dad winked at Brynne. "So you're a gourmet?" "Thank you, but not really a gourmet. I enjoy it and learned to cook for my dad when my parents split. I have these marvelous cookbooks by Rhonda Plumhoff on my e-reader. She links her recipes to popular books. She's famous from where I'm from. I just adore her recipes." He tilted his head at me. "Smart son I raised."

"Yes there is a lot that I collect, about drugs, poisons, martial arts and weapons." "Wow, this is great! I also have a collection of books at home, but about knowledge, and a collection of novels. But not as much as yours! " "Is it true? Wow, it turns out we have something in common. Do you also collect books on cooking? " "Yes, I have it too but only a little. Regional Cuisine. How about you?" "Yes. I have. Do you like to read books and cook? " "Yes, I like it, but I'm not good at cooking."

The kids there deserve to use the washing machine more than him. The two of them silently entered the living room. Bertha groped the wall and turned on the light by memory. The living room is bright, and the house is still the same, but the interior is no longer black and white. Bertha arrived in the kitchen, Derek silently following her. Going to the kitchen, she took a thick book out of the cupboard and gave it to Derek. “This is a cookbook, in the future, you will have to rely on the dishes in the book to cook for me. Each meal must have three different dishes, with no repetitions.

"These flower shaped colorful sweets are made of crushed cashew nuts, mixed with honey, flour, and vanilla. I steamed them to come up with this look. Please taste them." Using their bare hands, each one tasted the shrimp and cashew sweets and their faces brightened. "Finger-licking good. I love these," one of the sous chefs said. All of them licked their fingers and their eyes dazzled with delight. "Superb." "This is what we need here, new dishes and new presentation." "Let's cook now, I want to eat more." The lady manager said. "Hahaha, good, good. I love this kind of energy and enthusiasm. Let's start the fire and get this kitchen rolling. Come on, people." Chef Jibon laughed as he clapped

She had lost weight, and not a little, but she had overcome that too. Genzo followed her into the kitchen because he wanted to know what she was cooking. You never knew that with her because she could cook both German and Japanese. Keyla looked in the fridge, but she really couldn't think of anything and when she did, what she needed wasn't there. She actually wanted to make fried potatoes and schnitzel, but neither potatoes nor schnitzel were there.

In reality, it was just a modern cheese and butter recipe book that Mies had gifted her, secretly smuggled from Earth. Only the Aeternum Royal Family knew the truth behind this book’s origins. Mina, however, didn’t care where the book came from—all she knew was that its contents were nothing short of divine enlightenment. She traced a finger over the pages, reading about exotic cheese varieties and butter-making techniques. Blue cheese, brie, parmesan, gouda, mozzarella—each name sounded more magical than the last. Even the butter recipes had her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Herb-infused butter? Salted caramel butter? Truffle butter?” she whispered, her cow-like ears twitching in delight

She had to admit—the soup turned out quite well today. She had learned this recipe from her foodie friend, Julissa. Annabelle was good at brewing medicinal soups but not at regular cooking. Medicinal soups were simply boiled—whether bitter or slightly sweet didn’t matter, as long as they were effective. Cooking, however, required precise control of heat and ingredients. Julissa was particularly skilled in that area. Julissa had told her that this sea cucumber, mushroom, and chicken soup recipe came from a historical romance novel. In the story, a modern-day girl had time-traveled to the past and won over her powerful prince by making him delicious meals every day.

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.

He knew so well that the boss didn't joke about this name and also grew furious when the name was said. “It could be that it wasn't part of the things you burnt?” “If tomorrow should pass and that book isn't in ashes then consider yourself a corpse!” He walked out of the room to the lounge. He could not believe that her recipes could be revived and tasted the same way that she made it. Right proportion of wet cream and butter. Not too soggy and not too thick. “Alexa..... Alexa.....I really don't know where you got that book from but making that food just made my patience for you cut!”