Wah Sang Kitchen Novels & Stories

And then proceeded to the kitchen to double-check and prepare the ingredients for the menu. When he entered the kitchen, he projected a domineering personality and started prepping the dishes he'd serve later. Everyone is busy, so the kitchen is noisy: the sharp banging noise of the casserole, the fast chopping sounds of knives on cutting board, the rattling sounds of plates being washed, the blazing fire soaring high coming from the wok because of the liquor that was poured on it, and the delicious smell of the food that will make you want to taste it right away.

It’s Westlife's music . A voice sang one of the albums from the kitchen,the aroma of the food filled the house with so much satisfaction and life. Getting closer to the kitchen, Teyana listened closely to the voice while it sang, she knew who was in her home. “ Mum?” She called out a bit confused. The woman turned around , there was some sort of ease she had. “ You're finally awake, I thought to come cook for you dear. I know you love food but you’re too lazy to make one” she smiled.

|| ' Main heroine hu Aah na , main chef hoon Main chef hoon aaah haa haa Main chef hoon aaah haa haa Ooho hoo OOO hooo ....' He saw her swaying her hips holding spatula in her hand which was acting as a mike for kitchen singer, she was making something on stove in his kitchen. Her hips movements were effortlessly sexy and she was energetic diva.

North’s POV As I reached our gate, the scent hit me. Garlic sizzling in oil. Fish sauce was blooming in the heat. Fresh basil torn by hand. Jasmine rice was steaming. Pad kra pao. She only made that when she wanted everyone at the table. I slipped inside and dodged Winter’s questions about where I’d been, ignored East’s suspicious stare, and made my way toward the kitchen. The sound of the spatula scraping against the wok was steady. Controlled.

I was hanging on by a thread, and her face would be enough to snap it. The moment I stepped into the kitchen, a soft pop tune floated from a small boombox on the counter. “Baby, baby, baby, will you love me again?” Josh sang along with it. Dressed in a ridiculously frilly apron, he swayed his hips from side to side like he was in a ballroom instead of the kitchen. He stood in front of the stainless-steel waffle maker, steam rising as he opened it and carefully lifted a perfectly golden waffle onto a growing stack. “Seems you're having the time of your life,” I muttered, walking past him to the fridge.

Pulling myself out of the bed, we went towards the kitchen. Reaching the kitchen, the delicious smell of food almost brought water to my mouth. I didn't even realise how hungry I am. Pulling the chair for me, Vincent serves a large amount of food to my plates. “ Enough that's too much" I exclaimed, holding his forearm to stop him from putting food further. He looked at me questioning, "is it all you're going to eat?" He questioned as if he can't believe it, making me laugh at him, finding it funny by how confused he looks.

Kartika chuckles with her head full of dirty stuff. Kartika walks forward entering the kitchen. She finds herself in a small room full of kitchen utensils like pots, pans, woks, knives, etc. Suddenly, everything goes dark. She suddenly sees two kitchen stations with stoves, cutting boards, and baskets full of ingredients. Jeje then appears before her. He wears a blazer and he is holding a microphone just like an MC. He then says, ”Ladies, and Gentlemen! Welcome to "Masak Apa Saja, yang Penting Enak"! (Cooking anything tastes good) Today, the competitors are...”