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He asks, but I don’t have the energy to say anything so I just knock once on the wall loud enough for him to hear it as a yes. I hear him come in, but he doesn’t say anything. I can just feel his presence there, standing by the door as his eyes are on my back. I take a deep breath and inhale the scent of food, making me slightly turn but not enough for him to see my face. “Ah yeah, I brought your favorite.” Kjøttkaker. Balls of minced beef, rolled with spices like nutmeg, pepper, and ginger. But not just that, I can smell the potatoes, cabbage stew, and brown sauce.

Annoyed when she pretended to not recognize him at all, Dean was determined to get her back at all costs, even at the risk of losing his own heart. #7 Sir, I Think The Chef is Cooking Naked (Maxon Summers) What would you do when you accidentally caught the head chef still in the kitchen after office hours? Greet him. What if he is stark naked and currently cooking a meal? Turn around, pretend it never happened. But what if he caught you staring? Run like hell. All of these four titles are already here in GoodNovel however many of you asked: how to find these books? Since those books are FREE at the moment (it will be paid SOON so you should READ ASAP while it is free), thus it will not be sh

It feels like just when he was still mine, I could touch everything about him, now even when I approach, he doesn't want it anymore. There wasn't a day when I didn't spy on Rome. I even used to nibble on him. "This is the kitchen," she pointed to a kitchen that looked so clean and shiny. The design style was very masculine. His kitchen seemed as big as our whole house. All are made of tiles. There was also a lot of food lined up on top. His canned goods weren't just ordinary, they looked like they came from another country. My stomach suddenly growled at what I saw. I haven't eaten yet.

Lucien The sleek black quartz kitchen island of my penthouse was filled with various ingredients, a view that used to be completely unfamiliar to its surface. But nowadays, with me staying in the penthouse all the time, my little swan had decided to cook every day. The kitchen had never been so thoroughly used, and the slight chaos of it looked so... domestic. I leaned back in my dining chair, my eyes staring at the small back that had been lying next to me in my bed these past couple of days.

She looked a little awkward before finally speaking softly, “Could you take me to the kitchen? I want to prepare breakfast for Master Adrian.” The title sounded unfamiliar on her tongue. However, the head butler simply nodded respectfully. “Of course, Madam.” He then gestured for Livia to follow him. A few moments later— Livia stopped once again. Her eyes widened as she looked at the enormous kitchen before her. The room looked more like the kitchen of a luxurious restaurant than a private home kitchen. Everything appeared spotless, modern, and perfectly organized. The cooking equipment was neatly arranged with technology she had never seen before.

Chapter 3 The kitchen of L'Oro was a cathedral of chrome and white tile, silent save for the rhythmic *thwack-thwack-thwack* of Chloe’s knife. It was four in the afternoon, the dead zone between the lunch rush and the dinner service. She was alone at her station, surrounded by the raw ingredients of the proposed autumn menu: roasted chestnuts, sage, butternut squash, and a bottle of aged balsamic that cost more than her monthly rent.

After going down a few steps, we arrived at a wide kitchen. The walls were the color of red clay, with a huge black marble counter where several she-wolves were chopping vegetables, seasoning meat, peeling potatoes. Across the room, at the double sink, two others were washing pots and dishes, and on a large stove several pans were simmering with food. The entire kitchen smelled of cooking, and I didn’t know where to look with so many she-wolves talking all at once, moving about while doing their tasks. Lena asked me to wait in a corner while she went over to one of the women at the stove to say something important.

After an endless journey through the expansive corridors, we finally reached the kitchen. As I stepped inside, I was instantly captivated. The kitchen was a masterpiece, with high ceilings and gleaming marble countertops reflecting the light streaming through the oversized windows. Stainless steel appliances shone like jewels, and the large island in the center was adorned with a colorful array of fresh fruits. I was momentarily speechless, taking in the vibrant colors and the elegant design that felt more like a work of art than a place to cook. "Like what you see, gorgeous?" Cain's voice broke through my reverie, tinged with a playful teasing that burned my cheeks.

The waft of fresh bread was filling the kitchen. “Wow, You made the bread.” Colt ran to it, and Elena ran after him. “Careful, it’s just been out of the oven.” She took him up in her arms and made him sit on the small chair she had gotten for him. Elle looked around. The place was simple, cozy, and nice. There was not a hint of any extravagance in it. The children’s book was lying on top of the table, and she smiled looking at the romance novels.

He said. "I never knew you could cook," she was surprised since she had never seen him cook before. "There are so many things people don't know, even my business partners," he smirked. Kenzie's curiosity about what he was cooking grew stronger by the minute, but she resisted the urge to ask, relishing the anticipation instead. Eager to hasten the process, she rushed through her shower, eager to find out what awaited her downstairs. Despite expecting a simple, garnished dish like noodles, the tantalizing aroma that greeted her in the kitchen was a slap in the face, exceeding all her expectations.