Sae Kitchens Novels & Stories

***** An hour later, Kristen was sitting at the head of the table of the conference room in all nobility. "As we have come to the end of this presentation, could you tell us a reason why we should choose your partnership over that of others?" "I think we should hereby consider the fact that our company as a food production company would offer many benefits as regards housing furniture. You might ask what interior designing has to do with the kitchen but it is a good answer to say that every home without a kitchen is not complete. The Blue Moon helps not only in the production of food products and spices but also in the production of kitchen utensils.

I followed the smell of food. Down one flight of floating stairs (glass railings, black metal treads), past a living area with low modular sofas and a massive OLED screen that took up half the wall, until I found the kitchen. It was huge. Sleek matte-black cabinetry with invisible handles. A long island of black marble veined with gold. Two Sub-Zero fridges that hummed softly. A six-burner gas range with a matte-black hood. Open shelving holding matte-black plates, crystal glasses, and rows of spices in matching jars.

There were a couple more doors in the hallway, and a staircase that led to the ground floor which also had an enormous living area, several other bedrooms, a theatre room, and the kitchen. Sia took Julian’s directions and navigated herself into the beautiful modern kitchen, where the smell of fried bacon still lingered. Sia put the dishes in the sink and washed them, not sure if there was anyone working at present. She had just finished putting the plates away when she heard a feminine voice speak from behind her, freezing her in her place. “Excuse me, who are you?”

"You have done enough." "I insist, Your Grace," Hannah insisted. "I do not want any harm to come to you." Emily was confused as to why Hannah would say such. From her point of view, the kit hen was big but it didn't seem to be as dangerous as Hannah depicted. "Fine," Emily said, giving in to Hannah's persuasions. "Lead the way then." Hannah gave her a small nod and began to dive deeply into the kitchen. Long stacks of huge shelves lined with Knives, pots and different cutleries stood on opposite sides of the room. The tea cups and saucers lined the lower parts of the shelves while the plates and different cutleries lined the top parts where the pots stayed.

I encouraged, steering the conversation in a different direction. Sasha and I were both amazed by the opulent surroundings. As we stepped inside, we couldn't help but be awestruck by the immense size of this kitchen. I had been here once before, on the first night I arrived at his house, but I was quite intoxicated, and everything was a blurry haze. I didn't have the clarity to appreciate the sheer space. Sasha began to explore, opening a few cabinets. Her eyes widened with excitement as she uncovered a collection of high-end spices and ingredients, all neatly organized in labeled containers.

The kitchen was filled with the comforting scent of sizzling garlic and soy sauce as Nova and Chloe moved around, trying to follow the instructions from a Korean cooking video they had found online. The kitchen counter was cluttered with ingredients—bottles of sesame oil, bowls of marinated meat, and chopped vegetables, all contributing to the chaotic yet somehow organized mess.

"I have to call the West Side captains. Sal’s territory needs to be reallocated before someone else tries to move in. There's food in the kitchen. Help yourself." He disappeared into a room behind a set of heavy double doors, leaving me alone in the vast, silent hall. I spent the next two hours wandering. I needed to know the dimensions of my cage. The kitchen was a chef’s dream—Sub-Zero appliances, a six-burner Wolf range, and a walk-in pantry stocked with enough artisanal pasta and imported olive oil to survive a siege. I opened a drawer and found a set of silver-plated cutlery, each piece engraved with a subtle 'C'. Even the forks belonged to the Famiglia.

She gulped, a chef needs to live here and enjoy their profession. "Wow!" She breathed, her body moving around the place as she stare in enthrallment and admiration. The theme of the room is crow and charcoal along with tiny bits of tortilla. There is a charcoal island in the middle of the kitchen, six crow kitchen chairs surrounding the sides of it, their legs are white. It looks like a mini dining table meant for few people if you don't want it to look so formal. There are so many bowl pendant chandeliers down casting on the island, illuminating it with dim lights which Sa'eed changed to white lights, brightening the whole kitchen with just that. Another orb chandelier stood right in the mi

He sniffed once. Twice. Three times. Slowly, he turned toward the other side of the unit. "..." The smell of sautéed garlic, onions and a peanut sauce. He frowned. "...Kare-kare?" - Inside the other kitchen, Maeve was completely focused, her sleeves were rolled up and she wore an apron. Every ingredient was measured with precision. "One teaspoon." "Not a single bit more." "Half a teaspoon." "Okay." She tasted the sauce. "Hmm..."