Princess House Cookware Novels & Stories

Princess asked. "Fried Rice and chicken. Do you like that?" Mrs. Rita answered. "I love fried rice!! Mom makes it for me sometimes." Princess said happily. "Can I help you wash the chicken?" She volunteered. "I would have liked for you to help and with that but, your mom has already done that. How about you help me open the Maggi rappers?" Mrs. Ruta said as she placed a small place in front of Princes. She had already put Princess on one of the chairs around the table in the kitchen.

Then she frowned with disgust and spat it into her plate, shocking everyone present. Ignoring them, she looked up at the woman whose eyes had rounded with surprise and uncertainty. “Who the hell, made this thing?” she demanded, her brows, coming together in a scowl. “I did.” The woman responded, her face coloring with embarrassment. “She makes the best cakes,” Princess said, her voice seemingly uncertain because of Zee’s displeased reaction. Zee spared Princess a brief, unfriendly gaze. “Well, this is awful.” She retorted, shocking the girl. Then she returned her gaze to the maid. “You are a terrible baker.” She said angrily.

He told them. “It is not like we want these powers.” Vermeil spoke and carelessly shrugged. Nicht glared at him, and Zedrick blocked Nicht’s sight of Vermeil. “Well, let’s go back to our previous topic.” Nicht spoke, referring to the matter that Lovis realized earlier. “What is Her Highness the Princess guilty about?” he asked and smiled. Everyone’s gaze turned to Lovis, waiting for his answer. But, Lovis can’t speak. “Enough of your bullshit!” Vira yelled and glared at Nicht. “I still haven’t settled the score with your kin hurting Rayven!” she said as a purple orb of light appeared on her hand.

Accompanying the actions of the Head Chef. “Do you see these big jars? Get those caps off everyone. Keep an eye on it and when the sky darkens, cover it again. Did you get it?" Beginning of the Chief Cook's order to the princess. The princess looked at the huge jars in front of her. It's so much and it's like she's overwhelmed. She was about to complain when the Head Cook left her. Princess Chandra's shoulder slumped as she began her work. There was nothing she could do, so she acted.

“I cannot wait any longer. You two don’t have anything to do today, correct? Then, come with me to the kitchen and assist me in cooking.” As they are desperate to find something to do, they follow the princess to the kitchen. Cooks and chefs are working hard in the kitchen. Some are making traditional wedding dishes. Others are testing the wedding recipes from Inglatera, which Princess Ariana requests they make. Upon arriving, the princess orders them to procure baking ingredients from the storage, and two do so. They return carrying eggs, flour, yeast, and sugar.

Smelt like a burnt meat. 'Who is frying?' he thought with a frown creased on his forehead and then he remembered the princess. THE PRINCESS?? He had almost forgotten about her. It has been hours she's in the kitchen. "The princess is really gonna burn herself. And her mother said she should cook. Who in the world will fry pork for pork braciole?" He stated with a low smirk and stood up from his seat. *

Princess Cecilia: Sorry about that, it won't happen again (collects the bread) The king is in a meeting, he can't see you both but here's your money (gives him $1000) Mr Smith: Woah, this is so much money, the bread is just $12.50 Princess Cecilia: I know, keep the rest, if it tastes as good as it looks then we'll be your regular customers Mr Smith: Wow, thank you so much, Trust me, you'll love it. (Paris and her dad leaves) Princess Cecilia: You shouldn't have done that Anita. Anita: Well I already did, this is why this kitchen looks mucky because you allow filthy people in here.

She smiled in amusement or amazement I couldn't decipher. "As you wish. If something is there for you to do I would ask you." She said. I nodded smiling. After Anna came all refreshed, we went downstairs. Anna pulled me to the kitchen in excitement where Pamela was talking with some maids. This Royal mansion of the kings has everything Elegant and extravagant here. I looked at all the sides of the big kitchen which was double my apartment size. It was filled with good wooden interior designs, open kitchen shelving and storage around. It has two kitchen counters and one small island dining table. Everything was screaming money and huge amounts of money.

she commented and then bit her lower lip. “Ha ha! Of course, they would be! Didn’t I tell you I’m the best cook there is?” Sir Darlon puffed his chest. The princess cocked her head to the side. “Yes, I believe you did and a couple of times for that matter.” She continued to gaze on a plate of pastry and vegetable salad near her reach. She didn’t realize it but the cook was already grinning at her with amusement. “By all means, Princess, you are welcome to taste them.”

“I will take it from here.” Nodding in agreement, the prince left the chamber while she ushered him out with her eyes. She looked at her plate and marveled at how fancy that prince prepared the food of a savage. The meat was cut in uniformed cubes, garnished with green lush of fresh leaves and there was a sauce prepared to dip for it. The fork wast covered with napkin and the container for the blood wast in precious gold. Too fancy to disguise the disgusting food.