Trolls Chef Novels & Stories

To make matters worse, the kitchen had left them sitting out for the better part of the day without even bothering to ice them down properly. Cornered in the alley, the chef was sweating buckets. He started crying foul right on the spot. "This isn't my fault! Sure, the stock was old, but as long as it was consumed within three hours of slaughter, nothing would have happened! If Mr. Malcolm hadn't dragged his feet and waited until evening to open the doors, this disaster would never have happened!" After mapping out the timeline of events, Dad and I exchanged a look before bursting into laughter at the exact same time. Dad shook his head. "Did they honestly never stop to wonder why a chef was

An hour had passed. “Thank you for your help, Mrs. Chloe,” the chef said, giving me a small bow of gratitude. I smiled at him. He was one of the best chefs in the country. I’d recognized him instantly from a magazine I once flipped through out of boredom. If he was here, it meant one of the council of witches had spent an enormous amount of money just to have him prepare a few dishes for this ridiculous brunch. The last server picked up the tray, and I followed him, holding my head high.

By the time she placed the bowl of porridge on the tray and turned around a lot of people were already eyeing her pot of porridge with anticipation , some of them were even staring at her until Jiang Ning started to feel a bit uncomfortable " umm , there is a bit of porridge left in the pot , you all can -" She has hardly extended her invitation when Chef Zhu rushed into the kitchen and ladled a bowl of porridge for himself . Jiang Ning wanted to warn him that the porridge was still hot but the chef didn't listen to her warning and hurriedly ate a bite of the congee " Its perfect " exclaimed Chef Zhu his eyes widening with disbelief "from the consistency to the softness of the boiled chicken

My brows shoot up in shock, watching him like he’s on the other side of a screen and not right in front of me. Why did he do that? On cue, a tall, white man with blond hair, wearing a full chef’s outfit with the hat, emerges from the kitchen. There’s a bright smile on his face that falters for a second as his eyes fall on me, then they widen and instantly shift to Marciano who is watching him with a scowl. “Good evening, I’m Chris Moreno, but you can call me Chef M, and I’ll be feeding you both tonight,” the man introduces with a slight accent and a lisp.

, Chef announced. #TBC