The Strongest Chef In Another World Novels & Stories

“No wonder Mr. Stefan said that out of the three great temples, the Adenar Temple would always have the strongest background and combat strength! “This is just incredible! “Harvey’s strong, but…” Bam! Before Miley could finish her sentence, Harvey kicked Welt in the head. “Guh!” Welt was instantly sent flying, slamming into the massive table behind him. Pieces of food and rubble covered his entire body; it was a complete mess. He struggled on the ground, desperately trying to get back up, but to no avail. “This…” Everyone instantly went weak in the knees after seeing it. ‘How did he do it? How did this happen?

I watched as Sophia lifted a spoon to her lips with an impassive look on her face, then scrunched up her nose in disgust; "This taste horrible! It's bitter." "What? No way! After all the delicacies we had her try, she found my cooking to be the best. She almost emptied the whole pot." Mr. Shenko defended his dish in amusement causing Sophia as well to jolt into simultaneous laughter. Their voices echoed throughout the mansion, "I'm about to open a world's first class noodle soup only restaurant you know!" "Oh really now? So try it then, Mr. World chef." Sophia mocked back at him, "What?"

“Nor do you need to. “He took my hand and kissed it. “Now, let’s eat.” “Um... this is delicious.” I took another bite of my omelet and then another, unable to stop until it was gone. It probably wasn’t very ladylike, but I hadn’t eaten anything of substance for days. I took another bite of my bacon, making sure to eat slowly so it wouldn’t come right back up. “I’m glad you like it.” Adan took a bite of his omelet. “I have the best chef in all the Packs.” I chuckled. “Our chef was excellent, too. He used to make... never mind.” I took another sip of my soup, hoping it would remove the pain still fresh in my mind… in my heart.

James clucked his tongue in annoyance. He looked at Reiner with a gaze full of distrust. It was obvious that he doubted Reiner's ability to cut hair. Indeed, when it came to fighting, Reiner was one of the best soldiers in the Ans De Lou Kingdom. That man even earned the nickname of the second best ground war commander after Greg Sehel. However, James had never seen him have any skills other than fighting so James had a hard time believing in his good friend.

Someone had listed him as the third strongest in the city. The strongest person was the mayor of this city, Kiyu Gahrr. He was a member of the Grandiuno Sect, perhaps an inner disciple. His power was not to be underestimated. Rumors had it that he once killed a spirit beast almost as powerful as a supreme saint when he was just a level nine royal saint. The second strongest person was the prodigy from the Lischalts, Justin Lischalt. At the age of twenty, he had become a level nine royal saint. He is known to be the strongest among his peers.

How can I do it, if we weren’t on talking terms? The butler’s face creased immediately, surprised at my sudden enquiry but he didn’t hesitate or scrutinize me, he just told me that Adrian liked rice and stew. I smiled –and remarked “that’s too ordinary!” After all, a world class and powerful man like him could afford a personal chef, capable of indulging him in indigenous and special foods prepared with thought. But then, Adrian was always unpredictable –no one could analyze him fully. Anyway, I couldn’t believe my luck at the butler’s words. Deep inside, I celebrated with delight for I knew I could cook a delicious, mouthwatering stew that he won’t hesitate to salivate over.

"Yes, thank you." I didn't want to appear weak in front of anyone. The stranger nodded, and I was left alone. I composed myself, and walked towards the counter, and paid for the items that I had bought. After a few minutes, I got into my car and drove towards the mansion. I am Avelina Marquez, the richest chef in the whole world. I shouldn't cry for any man. I shouldn't allow any man to break me. I had let him break me the first time.

Harold frowned, "How long more does he need to get here?" Chulanne sighed as he looked into the distance. He had used the sound transfer array earlier, and the eldest disciple had said that he was hurrying over. Yet, there was no indication of his location or how long he would need. They were forced to clench their teeth and hang on. Thamus was the leader of the warriors from second-grade worlds this time. He was the strongest person there. He was a top-five chosen disciple, and he was from one of the top second-grade worlds.

Samuel with pleasure: Oh, oh, oh, oh, my God, and damn it. This is amazing. What do they put in the food here? It's very, very wonderful. The cook in front of him: This is in front of you, my master, brought from the human world Samuel wondered: the human world!!! Do you deal with them here? The cook with suspicion: Yes sir, the chef here is good news from the human world and has been living here for ages Samuel surprised: Wow,

I chewed slowly at first, savoring it—then faster, unable to help myself. “It’s perfect,” I murmured. “I know,” he replied, his tone calm, almost amused. I swallowed, glancing at him. “How do you know that when you haven’t even tasted it?” “I know the chef,” he said smoothly. “One of the best in the world. He wouldn’t dare serve me rubbish… unless he wants to leave me no choice but to cut his dick off.”