Novel & Cerita Tulisan Happy Cooking

I asked with a genuine smile, pleased with the mouth-watering flavors. Regina chuckled, her face glowing with happiness as I complimented her cooking. “Oh, there’s no big secret. I just combine fresh ingredients and cook with love. I love it when food can bring joy to others.” Her words struck a chord with me. Food does have incredible power; it can be a bridge to sharing, to strengthening relationships, and quenching longing. As we enjoyed the meal, I felt a little more connected to life today, feeling the warmth of my surroundings.

- He smiled and shrugged. - 'And I like to cook, it may not seem like it, but I feel happy when I prepare my meal and making it for someone else makes me happy too. - He touched the top of my head and stroked it. - 'So you're happy now? - I asked as I took his hand and stroked the back of it.

She didn’t quite understand why. She just felt... kind of happy. "No." Caleb said, "Starting tomorrow, order takeaway. There’s a restaurant that’s really good—I gave you their menu." It was a place owned by his friend. Whitney had been there before. She said, "Actually, cooking for people close to me makes me really happy. Food outside is good, but the taste of home can’t be replicated." She paused. "I feel every happy every time when you cook for me."

Even Sira didn't care, she was dancing happily while occasionally glancing at the recipe written by chef Brian. "Cooking is a fun thing. You'll get lost in the atmosphere when you're cooking," Sira murmured and her deft hands went here and there to get spices and immediately tasted the dishes she had just finished serving.

Nowadays, two things make me forget that help me forget Jayce, one of Brandon and Jane's babies, and two of my late nights at this restaurant. I don't know why seeing people happy and satisfied with my work, either by eating something I cooked or the time they spend with me, makes my days fulfilled. Even though food and cooking remind me of my time with Jayce and every time I'm cooking. I don't know, but it seems even far away from me there is part of with me every time, I hold a knife or spatula, or see the happily satisfied look on the people's face that comes and devours my food. And that is something I will always be thankful to Jayce, it's because of him that I've so much, if it's not f

I nodded slowly and pointed at the kitchen, “she's trying to bake a cake.” “Axel and Chris seem to indulge her a lot. Allow her to bake, let's see how it'll turn out.” “You know Halo can't cook.” I chuckled, staring at her, “her last meal tasted like something strange.” It was a few months ago and she surprised me by cooking a foreign meal. I was expecting the strange taste, so I maintained my calm expression and thanked her for the meal. Halo was excited by my compliment, so she cooked more and learned more about the whole thing. Apart from reading, cooking seemed to be her other hobby.

And I was glad I made them happy. I cooked dinner with the new recipe I learnt from school today. They are no longer stopping me from cooking. I'm sure Mr. Green eyes must have told them not to stop me just as I had requested from him. After making dinner, I set the table with the help of my friends. I sat down at the dining table waiting for Mr. Green eyes to return. I don't know why I feel so happy waiting for him to come back home.

Julian replied triumphantly, gleefully digging back into his cup. It made me relieved to see him happy once again. Maybe, for one day…I could bring something tasty from the grocery store? Beef would be too costly, but chicken? Maybe even pork? If it was a smaller portion, I think I could afford it. And then I could cook him a meal with the same recipe that our mom used to make on special occasions. I think I still had mom's old recipe book somewhere in the storage. Digging back into my own food, I felt happy for the first time in a long while, having something special to look forward to during the weekend that both Julian and I would enjoy.

When I got to the kitchen, I felt very happy, staring at the items that were all I needed to make the great recipe I was taught in the kitchen. “Why are you smiling so much?”

I just smile shyly at her. After few minutes The servant enters the house with the items on the list. I go to the kitchen and start cooking. I was making a few dishes that my mom taught me. While cooking I just hum a few songs to make time fly and to not feel tired. After an Hour I completed cooking and went to my room to take a bath. After taking a bath I went to the kitchen and arranged the dishes on plates. It looked and smelled good. I hope that they like it. I have only cooked for my parents and my father would always be like " Bahut achchha beta. Khanna achchha hai"(Very good child, the food tastes good) and my mom would be like "Konjum uppu venumnu nenaikiren" (I think it needs a bit