My Lady Chef

Ely's POV:

I finished placing the special bread I am making on the new oven that was constructed just for me.

It was a wood fire oven that traps UV rays and with a special petalite plate that concentrates the flavor and texture of the bread.

I had constructed the diagram from memory when I had the builder make it and I will be testing to see if the flatbread cooks well.

I had Linda prep the vegetables for the stew I was planning for a test stew for lunch. She is really showing promise and has an instinct in knowing what I need.

Lisa, Beatrice, and Charles were of great help as well. I learned that Lisa's family owns a herb farm so I asked if she can clean the abandoned hot house nearby and tasked her with readying the herb garden with the errand boy's help.

Beatrice has an eye for fresh meat so I made sure that whenever I need beef, pork, or chicken; I send her with Linda when shopping since I have been busier ever since I got permission from my husband to do whatever I can to make the culinary house fit my desired creative space.

Last night's dinner of Lamb Stew and Spicy Rice made me crave Middle Eastern and Mediterranean cuisine.

The chef seems to know his flavors and spices well. The meat was also tender and melted in my mouth while the rice had the right amount of flavor and heat that went well with the spicy stew.

I promised my husband a breakfast treat after he left to train with Capt. Niles. He also seems like he was in a good mood ever since we both agreed to make a true marriage out of our previous deal.

I blushed at the lewd things he did to me and how my body could not seem to get enough of his hands, lips, and voice.

The feel of his huge, muscled body against my own as we made love early in the morning more than once. He was bigger than all the guys I slept with but he knows how to use it well and he did prepare me before he impaled me.

It felt so good that I was melting...he was smoking hot. Even with my experience; I still feel myself turning red at how he could keep going without turning flaccid.

Even after that, my body cannot help but yearn for his touch and his kisses. I had to wear a high neck gown today because his teeth and hickey marks were littered all over my pale flesh.

He was gentle and rough as I remembered how he spilled himself inside me so much that I felt his cum dripping out of me when we left the bed. Even now after a long soak and some vigorous scrubbing; I can still feel him inside my body.

Is this what one would call being very body compatible with your lover?

It must be. Because the act of making love with Ezran was just so good. I have never felt that way with my previous lovers when I was a celebrity chef on Earth.

"Milady. The skillet is hot."Linda told me as just finished grabbing the spices I need from the spice rack.

"Great. Please watch the bread in the oven and call me if it starts puffing up." I instructed her on using the handle of the long breadboard to take it out and flip it into the basket without burning herself. As I left Linda to the task, I concentrated on making Shakshuka and Kofta.

Originating from North Africa, I ate this unique egg dish during my trip to the Middle East. There were varieties with spam or meat but I prefer the shakshuka with just the eggs.

Kofta was a marinated lamb meat dish seasoned with spices and yogurt to mask the stink of the meat.

First I sauteed my onions and garlic in a well-controlled heat till it was soft before adding my green and red bell peppers till they also softened before adding canned diced tomatoes. Just as I started mixing, I summoned my fire mana and little by little infused my food with it by enriching the flavors as I cooked them.

After adding the spices like cumin, paprika, and cayenne chili; I wove some mana once again into the dish and somehow the sauce looks brighter and the aroma was fragrant. "Milady...that smells really good." My maid sounded like she would like a taste of this but I merely smiled as I seasoned it carefully with a bit of sugar, salt, and pepper.

I then started cracking eggs on it after the sauce has reduced as I stopped feeding bits of my fire mana into it before turning the heat lower.

My husband likes his eggs runny but not raw so I covered the skillet with a lid for a while as I took a few sprigs of fresh parsley growing from the nearby herb pot and chopped it slightly.

After a few more minutes, I took out the skillet and tasted the tomato sauce. It tasted very lush and delicious compared to before. The mana really does smoothen out the flavors of vegetables all too well The same happened when I finished mixing my meat with the spices and shaping them on a metal skewer before roasting them in my new oven.

I saw Linda swallow as the rich smoky meat came out perfectly juicy as we laid them out on a plate.

I laughed and handed her a small piece of lamb and we savored it. The stink was nowhere to be found and all that was left was delicious and brimming with mana I injected while roasting it. Then I felt a small pulse then my fire mana somehow recovered and healed me of my fatigue.

Whoa...interesting. So carefully weaving my mana into the dish little by little enhances the dish and also promotes recovery as the dish simmers or stews for a long time.

The method is certainly different from merely stopping the mana after it was cooked as is the traditional method.

I will have to confirm that after I try infusing other dishes. For now, I think this food is fit to serve him since I promised him to cook something good.

For now. This is delicious and done!

"Linda, how is the bread?"

My maid brought a flat basket that had twelve big flatbread that deflated after it was done cooking.

The bread was perfectly flat, lightly browned on both sides, and chewy in texture when tasted one. "Perfect." I smiled approvingly at her.

Then I made water mana infused yogurt, mint sauce, and some garlic sauce too before calling Beatrice and Lisa in to take the dish to the outside dining table.

Just as we were done preparing the meal. I made a few sandwiches from some leftovers for me and the maids. The girls were a great help in helping me and I left them as they munched on their reward as I took the cold pitcher of my husband's favorite orange-red iced tea and saw him walking with Capt. Niles from towards me as I set the drink down.

Somehow seeing my husband dressed in a simple white shirt and loose pants, his gloved hand resting on his sheathed blades evoked some odd feelings. His serious facade was softened by a reluctant smile as he listened to the captain's words.

The light caressed his silky black locks and I can see his muscles mold against his sweaty shirt which my body throb at remembering our morning together.

I wonder how should I act. Natural? Flirty? Maybe a bit of both?

Shaking my head to clear my muddled thoughts. I tried to calm down but my heart would not stop beating so fast. It was kinda frustrating.

"Milady." Nile's voice made me turn around as he bowed. "Word around the estate was that you are cooking something for the Duke. Naturally, I have come to humbly ask you if I can partake of your food." "Of course Capt. Niles, We have enough for you. This dish I cooked is a meal that can be shared but it is a little spicy." I confessed.

"Well, I happen to love spicy food, Your Grace. Not for everyone but I do crave it from time to time." The captain looked excited but then my husband shoved him aside.

"Niles take a seat. Stop flirting with my wife." he joked but then when our eyes met, his red eyes turned a shade darker as his hand found mine.

Never breaking his gaze from me; he led me to the table as he sat down. A swift motion from him and I found my hand against his sweaty cheek. "Your hand is cold. Feels nice." he leaned against my palm hoping to touch me more but I feel the captain's bemused glances at his lord and lady. "Milord behave. I am sure you are hungry." I admonished him as I shook off his hold on my hand and he scowled like he was deprived of his favorite pastime.

I uncovered the skillet plate to reveal the Shakshuka, Kofta, and placed the dips, a mini fattoush salad, and some flatbread in front of them.

"Eat up gentlemen before the dish gets cold. Just be careful as the surface of the skillet is still hot." I warned them as I ladled a portion of the egg to each of them on a small bowl and gave each of them the flatbread.

The moment both of the men dipped their bread and ladle some of the tomato and egg on it. Their expressions changed almost instantly as they demolished almost all the flatbread Linda baked along with the kofta meat. The skillet soon dwindled as my husband and the captain ate and even fought over the last portion.

"Enough!" I halved the final egg and gave each of them their share.

"This is amazing! The spiciness is not overpowering, there is heat but the creaminess of the egg and that addictive lush spiced tomato sauce just melded with the fresh chewy bread. The lamb meat was really complex and savory with an addictive flavor. The cold sauces you made for these were also a good palate cleanser. I could eat two more skillets of these...." Niles looked at me like I was an angel. "What do you call these delicious new creations Milady?"

"Shaka Eggs and Lamb Roast. Shaka means Molten in the Asuran tongue; I read about their cuisine and how they utilize various spices to cook their food. "I told them as I finished my sandwiches while they finished up the last of the bread.

The captain hastily left before I could bid him goodbye.