Orie Chef 소설 & 이야기

"It's Gourmet. My chef." "So you hired someone that isn't me huh?" I said with a frown. He gave out a laugh that completely warmed up my whole heart. "I didn't have anyone at that time and you know I'm a bad cook so...I had no choice." I watched him buckle up his jeans as I dug my fingers through my hair. "He doesn't sound American to me." "That's because he's a french-Italian with over twelve years experience in cooking and over three hundred recipes. Trust me, he's good."

Mia couldn't believe the serendipity of encountering a chef who had worked at Timothy's household just as they casually went out for a meal. "This information is straight from the chef's mouth. Rumor has it that the CEO of the esteemed Barrett Group in Bern City has an exceptionally discriminating palate and is notoriously demanding. "However, these signature dishes prepared by the chef seem to be quite popular." Upon hearing these absurd rumors, Mia suppressed a smile and pressed on, "Besides mentioning Mr. Barrett's discerning and hard-to-please taste, what else did the chef reveal?" She was eager to learn more! As soon as Mia finished speaking, she felt Timothy's subtle gaze on her.

What was the man who sat at the apex of Haicheng’s food chain doing in a place filled with grease and steam? She walked toward the light and froze in the doorway. Xavier was standing at the stove, his tall, powerful frame silhouetted against the stainless steel. His long, elegant fingers gripped a chef’s knife with practiced ease, julienning carrots into strips so fine and uniform they looked like art. Chloe was genuinely stunned. The man who could ruin a dynasty with a single phone call... could cook?

When I opened the door, the last person I expected was standing there — Chef Marcellus. The Chef Marcellus. Michelin-starred legend. Known for his ruthless kitchen, poetic sauces, and uncanny ability to rebuild empires from ashes. He had mentored giants in the culinary world. Once, briefly, I’d been a student in his kitchen during my early mentorship. He was harsh and critical and demand perfection when it comes to cooking. he don’t seem like he came to offer sympathy, But more like, He looked at me like I was worth something or someone who deserve a second chance.

“I booked our reservations yesterday,” Phoebe widened her eyes when she heard his words. “No way!” she exclaimed. It wasn’t unbelievable to think he could get them in there and at such short notice owing to his affluence but for some reason, she did find it hard to believe. Ferran was the third most popular chef in the whole world.

A shrill voice with a thick French accent cut through the hiss of the stoves and the clatter of pots. Chef Armand approached with an arrogant stride. The gaunt man in the towering chef’s hat looked Harper up and down with the same demeaning gaze that had become a daily occurrence since the ship set sail two days ago. As a pretentious, Michelin-certified head chef, Armand had always considered Harper’s presence in his kitchen an insult to high culinary aesthetics.

Drew facepalmed. "Parce que tu és le seul fantome que je connaisse qui soit un chef (Because you're the only ghost whom I know is a chef)" Calvin replied. “Wrong, Mason is also a chef. Why not ask him to prepare a dish for you?“ “Nope, I'll pass. I like to have my head intact even as a ghost," Calvin pouted "How are you even sure she has all the ingredients needed for preparing a Coq Au Vin Blanc?“