My adopted daughter is always bringing home friends she meets in the park.

When I say adopted I mean I snatched her from a shopping cart while her mother was busy on her phone, sorting stuff in the back of her SUV. The three year old toddler didn’t fuss. I walk to my truck and set her in the passenger seat.

I looked back, her mother still hadn’t notice her missing. Still loading from the shopping cart.

I pulled away, the toddler seemingly excited to be riding without a baby seat. As I left the lot, I see a confused mother, looking around her SUV then heading back into the store.

So here I am, freshly out of culinary school, I have a new kid and no job. Fortunately my parents left me the estate. I know that sounds big yet it just a few acres and a stone built Victorian home. Modest by today’s standards, yet it’s mine.

Didn’t know much about being a single dad, watched movies seeing what works and what don’t. Making a kids life magical and fun seem the best strategy.

I didn’t have much in baby supplies yet. No pacifier’ I would put sugar on the tip of my dick and let her suck on it. She like to hold my dick in her little hands and suck it like a baby bottle. Diapers weren’t a problem, I’d just let her run around naked,

I finally got my act together and started getting into the groove of being her best daddy.

I got a job, at night. Special kind of restaurant. I would put my pumpkin into her happy cage at night and return by morning.

My pumpkin became very helpful once I started playing the Cooking Game. I could practice my prep and cooking skill while she play along as my little meatgirl.

I’m head chef now, trying for my Masters. Pumpkin is 10 now. She has been very helpful in his career.

I call her my chicken “wingman”.

She brings home strays, for me.

I’m looking for a special one.
One i can use for my final Test.

The Culinary Masters Challenge.