Top Chef Novels & Stories

I told them immediately we entered, even before they noticed me. "Oh! Mr Stefan!" One of the chefs exclaimed and come closer to me. "He is the chief chef here." The maid that led me in, whispered to me and I glanced at her, wondering how she knew that I was clueless of who everybody were, but I nodded anyway. I realized that Mabel must have told her some things. The chief chef got to me and bowed a little, "What do you want us to prepare for you Mr Stefan, we can cook anything, just tell us what you want and wait for a few minutes." He said.

Though his ears were pretty active during the entire conversation, he decided not to be the part of it. Maybe his arrogance was stopping him. "That's me!" Joshua nodded with no surprise maintaining the same hospitality like the start. The name Joshua Ravero was included in the top charts of the most efficient chefs in the Europe currently, highly demanded was his talent for his unique choose and remix of ingredients. Not only he had been on many mentions for serving the queen and the royal family but also he was famous for inventing news dishes out of old. Serena was indeed surprised to get to know him like this, never she wondered the very mysterious man who cooked her dinner tonight to be

Irvin said, “I’m different from you poor sobs. You guys could only invite some low-class chefs and make some dishes that even pigs won’t eat to disgust mom. But I hired a global executive chef, Mr. Jacques, for mom. “Mr. Jacques has a special talent in cooking, and he has been on the cover of a global food magazine. May I ask you, Adrian, which one of the lousy chefs in Southland district, all whom you have hired, has attained such an achievement?” Adrian was tongue-tied. Irvin was right. The skills of the chefs he hired were not bad, and they were all top-notch in the Southland district. However, compared with the world’s top chefs like Jacques, there was sti

Although he spoke quite softly, his words still managed to reach her ears. She chuckled discreetly and thought to herself, "Such a fast learner! He obviously likes it... then why must he be so stingy with his words??..." Meanwhile, Javier Zhong has already savoured every last drop of the soup. To be honest, this is the best soup he has ever drunk, just that he is not good at expressing his feelings to her. The flavour... and its' consistency... It is nothing short of perfection! In fact, Javier Zhong is known to be very fussy about the food that he eats. Many of the Michelin-starred chefs that he has hired back home could not even meet his high standards!

Sophie was shock but how he recognized her when Butler Andre quickly did the introduction "this is Chef Ryan, he is directly under you and the head Chef of the restaurant but I guess your cooking is more superb than him maybe you should give him some pointers" That sentence was almost the Doom of Sophie Chef Ryan wasn't the person that let a challenge lying within the next minute everyone knew about the cooking contest between the head chef and the new owner, the kitchen was cleared in matter of minutes to give them enough space their cooking since they were going to make a table long cuisine, after hours of cooking Sophie was finally seated at the back seat with Butler Andre taking the whee

“She’s efficient, she's educated and I heard she graduated with a high GPA. She's everything you wanted in the next maid.” I waved a hand. “Then call someone better. Call René Redzepi if you must. Or Massimo Bottura. Or Alain Ducasse. If I want food, I’ll have the best chef in the world flown in. Stop whining about a girl.” His mouth twitched, almost a smile. “We have tried, sir. World-renowned chefs don’t bend easily. They cook in their own kingdoms. They do not take orders like staff. We both know this.”

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.”

I was invisible here, just like an obstacle in their little private world. "So, you're the one from the McAllister mansion?" The sudden booming voice nearly made me jump. I turned to see a familiar looking tall, burly and imposing man. I know this face as it was all over TV when I was in Paris– Chef Beau, the French Michelin star chef who has won the award so many times! Of course, who else deserves to be the head chef in the best hotel in the USA if not the best chef in the world?! And now I’ll get to learn from him, yay!!

Elise, swirling her glass of champagne, rested her chin on her hand and motioned for Lena to look over. "If Alaric isn’t your type, no worries," she said slyly. "But what about my chef? He graduated top of his class from Le Cordon Bleu in Paris and has worked as head chef in multiple Michelin-starred restaurants—all that, plus he’s young, good-looking, and muscular..." Lena glanced at her, amused. "If he’s so great, why don’t you go for him?" Feigning an epiphany, she added, "Oh, wait... don’t tell me you’re still in touch with that guy from last time?"

The chef there also prepared excellent dishes, one of the main reasons why he always went to the same place. Adolfo Schneider, a tall, blond, blue-eyed man, shook hands with the tycoon. He serious by nature, avid in business and committed to work. “Adolf, my pleasure” “Mr. Ansarifard, he has made an impeccable choice. Is this his favorite restaurant?”