Omori X Basil Novels & Stories

“Nope. As long as it’s not too hot.” He nodded. “Don’t worry it’s just to add the flavor.” He went to the fridge and picked up one chili and some basil leaves. He chopped the basils and the chili then dumped them into the pan. “What a bolognese without tomatoes?” He added the tinned plum tomatoes, oregano, bay leaves, a splash of wine, and cherry tomatoes. I lost counts of what ingredients were in the pan. There was no way I could remember them without writing them down. I recalled his words earlier and muttered under my breath, “how can all of these be considered as simple?”

The color was a deep red and it appeared to be slightly thick, along with some small tomato chunks left behind. I was surprised at how close he got to me and how he was trying to feed the sauce to me, his hand hovering underneath the spoon to catch any drips. As he got closer to me, I could smell the basil and oregano that he sprinkled into the bowl to mix into the sauce, and it made my mouth water. Rather reluctantly, I opened my mouth and let Derek feed me what was on the spoon, bringing my hand to my mouth as I swallowed the sauce, which was smooth and vibrant in taste.

we get home and cook. it’s chaos. marco is supposed to be chopping onions. he’s crying. “it’s the onions!” he yells. “it’s you,” dante says. enzo is actually helpful. nico is setting the table. luca is next to me at the stove. stirring the sauce. “needs basil,” i say. “there’s basil,” he says. “more.” he adds more. then tastes it from my spoon. “perfect,” he says. “because of me or the basil?”

Then he held out his hand to stop the maid from putting the soup in front of Gloria. "She doesn't eat basil," he said in a low and deep voice while nimbly picking out the basil from the bowl. Then Patrick ordered Damon, "From now on, don't add basil to the food." He picked out the basil in the soup and then pushed the soup in front of Gloria and said, "It's without basil now. Finish the soup." Perhaps Patrick was the only one who could turn sweet words into commands. Damon stood to the side, the muscles on both sides of his cheeks bulging, and he clenched the hand that he had kept behind his back into a fist tightly.

He rolled his eyes, huffing in response. "Alright, little boss, but don't you think we should add some more basil for extra flavor?" Mila scrunched up her nose, considering his suggestion. "Hmm, okay, but not too much! I still want to taste the bacon!" "Zamechatel'no," Roman praised, chuckling at her. "You're a creative chef and a tough negotiator." The sight of it all, the clash of innocence and hardness, was enough to turn my mind into mush.

Watching her cook was the best part of his day. He moved closer and hugged her from behind, kissing her neck. —You look so sexy cooking. You make me so hard —Kate laughed and handed him a few tomatoes. —Here, Mr. Hard. Peel these and chop them. —As you wish —Bastien rolled up his sleeves and got to work—. How do you want them? Cubes or strips? —Cubes. Do we have any fresh herbs? Like oregano, basil, cilantro? —No, baby, just dried ones. They’re in the cupboard. I’ll get them —he cleaned his hands and brought her the herbs, then diced the tomatoes as she requested.

I took a few small tomatoes and began cutting them into small pieces. "Alright. I have a spare office down here if you'd-" "It's fine. I like my room," I wasn't sure if it was a good idea to cut him off. "You've already done enough for me." I cut up the basil into small pieces and flipped the omelette.

The cleaning lady saw you sneaking out of my station and told me about it. Her gaze turned shifty and panicked. She instinctively stepped back, arms tightening protectively over her belly. "That's utter nonsense! You copied my method, and now you're turning it around to smear me!" "Smear you?" I signaled a server to bring the plate over. "The basil is supposed to be marinated in olive oil for three hours. The tomatoes must be from San Zanoro, peeled and seeded, then sauteed in butter until almost molten.

(I'm making kleftiko. "Ohhh, myrízei oraía." (Smells good.) It smells heavenly, it looks like some type of meat cooked with potatoes and vegetables in parchment paper. "To mageirévo gia ta genéthlia tou Basil." (I'm cooking for Basil's birthday.) She says, I can't really make out what she says but one word. Genéthlia? Birthday? It's Basil's birthday today? Oh my god! I didn't get him anything.

"Why don't you try to have bite in your food? Don't worry I didn't putted poison on it. Hahaha." Basil grimaced as he starts touching his foods using the spoon and fork. Their dinner was a vegetable salad and pork chop. There's no rice because Celestina hate it because it makes her gain weight. While they are eating Celestina keep on glimpsing at Basil to check if the medicine they putted is already working. "Um... Baby do you feel something strange?" Celestina asked in a sexiest tone. Basil stopped eating, staring at her confused. "What do you mean?"