Novel & Cerita Billionaire Beef Recipe

I felt my nipples pull taut. “It is.” “Then this is a business arrangement, Mia cara. You will either take it or not.” He reached for his pants and pulled the belt from the loop. His shorts were pulled down his taut thighs, and soon, his cock was revealed. It was only semi-hard, and huge. What would it look like when it was fully erect? A line of veins roped up from the base, disappearing just before the pink tip.

He continued. Henry introduced me to the other people who would be working with me. Together, we were a team of fifteen people. We discussed and finalized how the dishes were going to be made and served. Since Chef Laurent already had a menu and the ingredients had been bought, I only had to follow the same menu. For starters, we made mini crab cakes with lemon aioli and also lobster bisque. The main course was Wagyu beef with red wine and wild mushroom risotto with truffle jus.

I braided my damp hair over one shoulder and avoided looking at myself in the mirror again. When I stepped into the kitchen, he was at the island, scrolling through a tablet, a cup of coffee steaming beside him. He looked up, and his gaze swept over me, swift and assessing. There was no hint of the intensity from last night, no trace of the man who had handed me lingerie with a knowing smile. This was Louis Trevane, the billionaire. Composed. Untouchable. “Good morning,” he said. “Morning.” “Sit. Eat.” On the counter was a plate of eggs, avocado toast, and fresh fruit. I hadn’t made it. He had.

Serena glanced at the price and immediately put it back. That kind of high-end beef was ridiculously expensive, meant to rip off the wealthy. No one from a modest background would spend a fortune on beef. For that price, you could practically buy a whole fresh cow. Damien frowned slightly, picked the beef up again and placed it in the cart. "I'll pay." Seeing Serena's pained expression, Damien decisively pulled out his black card. Wow. Who brings a black card to the supermarket? Truly, money was no object for him.

"Okay, let's take a step back. Even if the chefs accidentally bought diseased chickens, it's not their fault. They were also deceived by the chicken stall owners in the market. Besides, you say that diseased chickens can be made into beef. Why don't you make one and show me!" Abigail found it amusing that Simon didn't shed a tear until he saw the coffin. "What's so difficult about this?" Abigail said casually, "As long as you cut this low-quality chicken into strips, add some beef essence oil and barbecue essence oil, if the color is not right, add some caramel pigment, heat the pan with oil, stir-fry it, and add various seasonings, it will immediately turn into beef." Simon's face froze, he

“Sometimes, we do things just because we can. That's why we're called the elites.” Of course. I couldn't be surprised. Coming from someone who had never worked a day in her life, and had no idea the value of money, I couldn't really blame her. She was spoiled with blood money, but that's none of her concern. The waiter finally brought the orders to our table and opened it for us. “Allow me to tell you a little about the origin of this beautiful meat. All the way from Alaska, a ten year old cow went down for the creation of this-”

I stared at Zayn who was still focused on his work, his grey suit hugged his body perfectly, his beards looks newly trimmed and his hair was slicked back. "What are you working on?" I asked, stretching my neck to look at his screen. "Just a few points for a brief meeting with some wealthy bas*ards. I raised an eyebrow at him. He rarely uses curse words. "You ain't looking forward to this meeting, are you?" I pinched my lips together to hold back my laughter as he turned to look at me with a scrowl on his handsome face. "Not at all, but I will do what I gotta do to stay wealthy."

“The meat is obtained from Japanese black cattle reared under strict conditions in the Matsusaka region of Mie in Japan. It has a high fat-to-meat ratio. We normally use Wagyu beef to prepare the dish but Mr. Sterling prefers Matsusaka because they taste better.” “And you changed a dish just for him?” I thought that was simply ridiculous. ‘Rich people are weird,’ I thought to myself. “He can afford it,” he replied, laughing. “You will understand when you taste it,” he invited. I sighed. “Alrighty,” I said and picked the freshly made buns. It was still warm and it melted the mayonnaise as I spread it on it. The lovely aroma filled my nostrils and my stomach rumbled. I grimaced. Thankfully the

Slowly patting my shoulder she left leaving me shocked, shivering and… of course scared. ------------------------ “Oddio! I can't believe it Zariyah you really hit a jackpot. I mean you’ll get to see the living greek god, Denver D’Angelo. But I’m feeling happy and sad for you at the same time, love.” Bella averted her eyes on me carrying a plain look on her face. “Why? Is anything wrong?” I asked hesitantly. “They say the D in Denver stands for the devil. He is a ruthless billionaire who never espouses an iota of fallacy at his workplace. That’s what I’ve heard.”

she whispered. I gasped. My throat suddenly felt very dry, not knowing how to respond to the information Natty had just given me. I just stood there, frozen. Apparently, my condition surprised Natty, so she tapped me on the shoulder a little hard. "What's wrong?" "Ah....," I stammered. "No, nothing. I-I just... I was wondering who the richest person was," I continued, ending with an awkward smile. Natty shrugged. "Well, no one ever knows. They were very secretive. The only legendary rumor I know is that they have a child. Whether male or female, it's also a mystery."