Chris X Chef の小説・ストーリー

Mia teases him back. “Oh, I’d love to know what the other options are.” “I won’t tell you.” Mia giggles. Chris shakes his head with a smile. He had never felt so relaxed and happy around a woman. He dated women, had sex with them and spent money on them, but nothing more. “So what are we having tonight?” The smell in the dining room makes Mia even hungrier. “I hope I won’t disappoint you. Just a simple dinner with ​​spaghetti and salad.” Since they have been together, Chris is always the one who prepares food and feeds them. Mia has to admit that he is a great cook. He was raised well. A man who has money and who can also cook.

, Richey asked as he saw Chris glancing weirdly at him. “Don’t even think about in. She is bad news!”, he replied. “She is bad news do not let her looks deceive you. She is a bad cook too. This morning she…” he continued. “Is there something you aren’t telling me,Chris?”,Richey interrupted. Chris raised his hands innocently, “None, nothing at all!”.

Jean shook her head, looking up at the sky. Placing my hand on her shoulder, I squeezed it. I knew this was a touchy subject for her. Her mate, Chris, was a wonderful chef. He was from another pack and moved to ours probably twenty years or so ago. After working a few different restaurants in the area, Chris and Jean opened up Ochoa. It was a higher end restaurant but they kept the prices low by using the local growers of the pack. It was and still is the best restaurant in the whole of the territory.

Benjamin countered. Christopher sighed. “That’s not what I am saying. I meant that, she looks less sophisticated. What the hell does she do for a living?” “She is a chef at the Golden Restaurant if you must know.” Benjamin said with pride in his tone. “Really Ben? You went to hire a chef from your favorite restaurant.” Christopher snorted.

Xander grew agitated, his lopsided mouth twitching harder. “I… I don’t need her pity!” “Good. Hold on to that pride.” Chris scooped another spoonful of soup and brought it to his father’s lips. “Take care of yourself. We can only rely on ourselves now.” Mr. Xander swung his arm, knocking the entire bowl of chicken soup out of Chris’s hands. The soup splashed all over Chris. Shaking with rage, Mr. Xander was so furious he couldn’t even get the words out. Mrs. Xander quickly reached for tissues, trying to dab at Chris’s shirt.

He looked at Agatha and Calista in turn. Agatha and Calista exchanged glances, then nodded together. "It's so good! Are you used to cooking by yourself?" Chris smiled widely when he heard that. "Thankfully. It's not that often, but I've cooked for myself a few times when I wanted something to eat." Agatha nodded in understanding. Then the three of them continued their breakfast. Until a few minutes later, the plate that was originally full, was now empty again.

“He might run. His girlfriend is dead, remember? We have nothing on him.” I sighed, leaning in to grab a slice for myself, the hot cheese stretching between my fingers. “He wouldn’t dare. I trust him. He’s loyal to me.” “Chris, where are your damn manners?” Xander’s voice cut sharp, his eyes on me as he pushed the food cart right in front of me. “You fed yourself but not the lady? What kind of bodyguard are you?” Chris just groaned, chewing louder like an asshole. I bit into my slice, the taste hitting my tongue, salty, greasy, spicy. Not the kind of food I grew up on, but hell, it was good enough. Junk or not, it filled me.

I'd never been friends with the kitchen right from the genesis. Once I graduated from college, I kept eating at fast-food restaurants until I was financially stable enough to actually get myself a personal chef. It had been that since then, but moving to England made me realize a shit-load of things and one of them was definitely that I had to figure my shit out and learn to do almost everything myself. Honestly, I'd tried to look up recipes that would really help online, but every of those instances ended up being epic fails that I didn't want to recall for as long as I lived--I did recall it now, though, but henceforth, I didn't want to.

I looked up to see my mum chewing with her eyes closed, and my stomach groaned wanting to take a bite. I took a mouthful and almost moaned out loud too, this is so good. "This chef is good, I have tasted a lot of salads but this is just different," My mum said sipping her wine as I nodded. "Would you like to have anything else?" Noah suddenly asked and I looked up at him. "Yes, Get me the chef" My Mum replied taking another mouthful Noah had a shocked look on his face and that made me frown in suspicion. "The chef called in sick this morning..." He started to say but my mum raised her hands silencing him as he gulped loudly in fear and I almost burst into laughter, to others my Mum can be ve

"But didn't you tell Dean?" "If she hears it from him, she'll just think he's stirring up trouble." Chris's usually pale face was lit with vitality today, his eyes sharp and clear. "Thanks to you, my reputation is about to soar to a whole new level." Alex drained his glass, rose, and patted Chris on the shoulder. "Healing the long-disabled CEO of Slater Group and making him walk like nothing ever happened… truly a miracle." Chris looked up and smiled at him. "Thanks for these past years. Without you, I would have been dead six years ago."