Sanji Cooks Novels & Stories

he said and looked away. I shrugged away his unusual stares and glances. We talked about random things while eating and I feel comfortable with us being this way. We cleaned up our plates even though Nanny Belinda tried to stop us. "You know how to clean?" Santi asked sarcastically when I took the lead in washing the dishes. I glared at him and turned my attention back to washing. The way he said it was like a miracle that I learned and that couldn't happen. He chuckled and held my waist from behind.

Saicki's POV After we ate Dhaxzy's food, Ms. Carol and others cleaned the kitchen station and washed all of our dishes. We finished his curry and all of his sushis are all gone to our stomach. This is the only time that this table is filled by people. I never thought that it will be fun to eat with them all.

"Geez, whatever happened was just a coincidence. In my opinion, you and your brother are the best. I'm amazed that you guys are good at martial arts. I want to be able to do like you guys, but my ability is normal. Prince Kanzuka, did you have breakfast, by the way? I made breakfast for you earlier. But instead like this, is it okay? " "No, we had breakfast. We have breakfast with porridge that you make. Yes, I feel it's simple, but you are quite skilled in combining some of the ingredients huh? Where did you learn to cook? "

The light from the kitchen highlighted his features—strong, confident, and as always, comforting to look at. “Here you go,” Jiro said, placing a steaming bowl in front of me before settling into his seat. His eyes immediately went to Hibiki. “Still thinking about that broccoli, champ?” Hibiki wrinkled his nose, pushing the piece around his plate. “It’s not yummy, Daddy.” Jiro smirked, leaning his elbows on the table. “But you know what? Broccoli makes you super strong. You want to be strong, don’t you?” Hibiki’s eyes lit up at that, and he looked up with sudden interest. “Like you, Daddy?”

Jake questioned walking into the kitchen, Lisa quickly began washing the gingers alongside me. "Do you think cooking is chatting" she yelled pretending to wipe away her sweats "I finished making that incredible soup in less than five minutes" jake said proudly, "you mean you finished boiling the water in five minutes" Lisa replied as we finished washing the gingers, Jake glared at us before he turned and left "you can never compete with me you weak human" he muttered, From what he said he quite obvious he watches Anime.

Just one sip, just one sip. Rina sets out an array of soju cans and snacks on the table, accompanied by a steaming plate of tteokbokki - my absolute favorite dish. She's truly a considerate friend. "Wow, did you cook it yourself?" I asked, impressed. Rina flashes an innocent smile. "Of course, I just boiled and heated the sauce." I raise an eyebrow. "Come on, just admit you bought it," I teased. Rina chuckles. "I really can't cook. Maybe someday... let's cook together!"

Sanz takes a bite from his rack of ribs, and I burst out laughing as the sauce drips all over his shirt, possibly staining it. “Fuck, shit…shit…” He mutters. “Jeez, I swear I’m not usually this messy.” He grabs the cloth napkin on the table and dips it into his glass of water, then tries to dab at the forming stain. “Here let me.” I get up from my chair and kneel in front of him, taking the napkin off him. I try to get as much sauce as I can out of his shirt. “I think your shirt may make a full recovery, Headmaster Sanz” I look up and smile at him.

Anika said with a grin on her face. "You hungry?!" "Hmmm yeah. The smells troubled my tummy... you do know how to cook now?!" "I learned.." "Why is his name Jaiz Kian?"

His expression shifted as he studied it, his brow furrowing again. “What is this?” he asked, his voice laced with curiosity. I smiled, eager to explain. “It’s a sandwich. It’s how it’s made in my country. There’s fish fried with egg, and butter.” He nodded slowly, still staring at the plate. “So,” I pressed gently, “are you free today?” Jinhai’s gaze lifted and I saw his expression hardening. His voice, when he spoke, was sharp. “Jeneta, it would be best if you stayed away from the kitchen. And kill those little ideas you have.”

“Small instant noodles. So weird.” She took a deep breath and let it out sharply before smiling. “That’s pancit bihon. It’s a really popular dish here in the country.” Isis turned to her. “I want to try it. Cook it for me, baby.” She smiled and put two packs of pancit bihon in the cart. “Sure.” Santi grumbled. “When milady cooks, you never share.” “Of course not, she’s my baby.” Santi’s face got even angrier. “I’m paying for this, remember?”