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"Come on, how hard can it be? , there is always a first time for things, let's just mix and mix then put them in the oven. And then magic happens cookies are ready " "That's not.... Magic, there's no magic in the kitchen." "Lets just use the cookbook we saw in the library," she was so happy, she was about to make cookies herself and there was nobody to stop them. Hazel doubted that, because the book had over five hundred pages, how are they supposed to use such a book to make cookies but Piper had already brought the book, she looked too excited for somebody that's about to work. The kitchen was empty, eerily empty. The chefs had gone to the eastern market to get the products they lacked in

Chapter 11 --- As Christian stepped into the foyer of his mansion, the familiar scent of home enveloped him, a comforting embrace after a long day. He loosened his tie with a sigh of relief, the tension of the day melting away with each step he took. In the spacious kitchen, the soft glow of overhead lights illuminated the room, casting a warm ambiance over the gleaming countertops. There, amidst the aroma of simmering sauces and roasting vegetables, Antonia moved with practiced grace, her culinary expertise on full display.

He just couldn't get in a cheery holiday mood this year. His apartment had only one small bedroom with a single bed and half pint chest of drawers. The kitchen stove was so small, he couldn't cook a pizza in the oven without tilting it at an angle. The apartment guide referred to the dining area as the dining nook. Chris referred to it as the dining "nookette". Speaking of books, he sure wished his apartment had some "nookie". It had been a long time since Chris had even gone on a date. His shyness didn't help.

Kein wasn’t the kind of man that cried, ever. “Well, I do have to eat.” I pulled out the pots and began maneuvering around the kitchen. By the time Kein walked in, the house was hot and smelling good already. I didn’t know why I cooked so many dishes. I had beef strips in one. I had mac and cheese in another. I had a veggie stir fry in another. In the oven baked chocolate biscuits. All I heard was a door closing and by the time I turned from the oven Kein was long gone.

“You can join me, sit on the counter, and continue reading.” I followed him, jumping onto the kitchen island and opening my book, although I found it hard to concentrate. Kaidon searched through the cabinets in a disorganized manner, his movements somewhat chaotic. It was... entertaining. “Kaidon?” I called out, causing him to turn to me with an inquisitive expression. “Yes, love?” “I mean no disrespect... but have you ever cooked before?” I asked carefully, eyeing the disorder he was creating. “You can’t tell I’m a master chef?”

I guess Keith is getting bored already. I immediately excused myself after eating then headed to the kitchen. The chefs and maids bowed at me as soon as I entered. The kitchen was busy but the atmosphere didn’t feel chaotic. "Is Noah here?" I asked. "Hey, Princess!" I heard Noah call from one of the stations. I walked towards him and saw that he was reading a recipe book. I noticed that his station was organized and not messy at all. There was only a book leaning on the metal border.

She didn't waite for his response and just dragged him along with her. The kitchen was medium-sized, sculptured with only three sets of cupboard on the wall and a long table. The atmosphere around them scented like curries and the baking ingredients. Candy lined up all the baking contents on the kitchen unit; the flour, sugar, baking powder, flavours of vanilla and strawberry, the nutmeg, sweet peppers and others.

“I don’t know why, but I just assumed you lived off dried meat and intimidation.” Kael laughed softly as he reached for a pan. “I’ll try not to disappoint you.” “I’ll be the judge of that,” Nova replied, pulling out a chair and sitting down. “Just so you know… my standards are very high.” “I’m beginning to notice that.” Nova rested her elbows on the kitchen island, quietly watching as Kael moved around the kitchen with practiced ease. He diced vegetables with quick, precise movements, seasoned the meat without needing to measure a thing, and had several pots going at once without seeming the least bit flustered. Everything he did was smooth and effortless, like he’d repeated the routine hund

He closed the door behind me and his hand brushed my lower back guiding me toward the open kitchen. The touch sent heat straight down my spine and made my pussy twitch. “I do more than cook for clients. Come see.” His palm stayed there firm and warm fingers spread a little like he wanted to feel more of me. I followed him trying to play it cool but my nipples hardened against the thin fabric of my dress. The kitchen was all stainless steel and dark counters. Pots simmered on the stove and Kieran moved like he owned every inch of it. He stirred a thick red sauce then dipped a spoon in and held it out to me. “Open up. Tell me what you think.”

“Girl, this is royalty.” They explored the kitchen next, fully stocked, with sleek black granite counters and a chef’s stove Chloe had only ever seen on cooking shows. Zoe opened the fridge, and it was stocked with imported chocolates, gourmet cheeses, and bottles of champagne. Chloe pulled open one of the drawers and found gold-plated cutlery. “I could literally live in this kitchen,” Zoe declared. “Forget the bedroom, this is my spot.”