Orie Chef Novels & Stories

“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?“