Chef Mga Nobela at Kwento

Ilang beses nang pinatunayan ni Kristoff na mapagkakatiwalaan ko siya at ironically, pinararamdam niya sa aking mas ligtas at protektado ako. "May limang cuisine. Japanese, Italian, Mexican, Indian at Thai. Mamili ka," sabi niya bago i-tap ang phone at halos agad-agad ay bumukas ang pinto at isang batang red-headed waitress ang lumapit sa amin dala ang mga menu. Limang cuisine?!

masaya niyang bati dito. "Tumayo ka na diyan, kakain na tayo," nakangiting saad nito habang suot-suot pa ang isang apron na nakalagay ay 'we love the chef' may hawak pa itong frying pan with matching potholder at siyanse.

Ako na ang sumagot dahil mukhang busy 'yong dalawa sa pagkain. Ilang sandali lamang ay dumating si Chef Leo na nakasuot ng light blue na polo at saka pantalon. Maayos din ang buhok niya at nakangiti siyang lumapit at umupo sa tabi ni Irene. "Masarap ba 'yong food?" tanong niya. "Yes, sobra. Wala ka pa ding kupas, Chef. Gaano ka na katagal nagta-trabaho dito?" tanong ko.

Zhe’s POV He sat across from me, pero kahit ganon, he still looked for every excuse to lean forward, to reach out, to sneak glances that made my chest tighten in all the best ways. He poured me a drink, then looked at me like he just enjoyed the view. Me. I was the view. “So… what’s on the menu, Chef Caleb?” I teased, raising a brow as I surveyed the table. He cleared his throat, proud but trying to play it cool. “Creamy garlic butter chicken, roasted veggies, and pasta. Manang handled the rice… and most of the hard stuff. I just stirred.”

Zuck "One instant black coffee with espresso, please." Sambit ko sa isang lalaki na nakasuot ng kulay brown na apron kaya naman ipinagpalagay kong isa ito sa mga waiter na naka-duty ngayon dito sa La Lena Cafe, it's a lame name to be honest but I don't have a choice anymore dahil ito na lang ang nakita kong bukas na cafe ngayon at kanina pa hinahanap ng aking katawan ang matapang na lasa ng isang kape.

sabay turo sa isang lalaking lumabas mula sa kusina. Isang may edad nang chef ang lumapit—mga nasa kwarenta o singkwenta, mukhang mabait at maasahan. Nakasuot ito ng malinis na chef’s uniform at may maaliwalas na ngiti sa mukha. "Miss Cailyn, ako po si Chef Vince. Kinuha ako ni Mr. Jasper upang magluto para sa inyo. Anuman ang gustuhin ninyong kainin, sabihin niyo lang po sa akin."

(Here's your hot chocolate, miss. "Grazie." (Thank you.) Marahan niyang hinawakan ang tasa at humigop ng mainit na tsokolate. Sandali muna niyang pinagmasdan si Cris na abalang-abala sa kusina bago muling tumingala sa waiter. "Posso farle una domanda?" (May itatanong sana ako?) "Certamente, signorina." (Of course, miss.) "Sto cercando l'Assistant Chef Cris Domingo."

Bakas na bakas pa sa mukha nito ang pagkamangha at sobrang kinikilig. “And for your information, Daddy, the chef of this restaurant was called ‘Magic-Hand Chef’ because she or maybe he? Was so good at making dishes! And more is... No one can say who's she/he... So mysterious.” Lance give a smile his daughter but deep inside he want to burn the whole place because it's remind him by someone! ‘I don't care at all.’ Punuan ang restaurant at walang vacant table lalo pa't wala silang reservation but his not Lance Javier for nothing.

Its been a while since my last update and I hope y'all liked this one. Keep safe and God bless!!! Egavas_Etrom

Fucking asshole, ang sarap niyang barilin sa mata! And now we're here. Nakaupo at magkatapat pa sa mesang gold plated with wine, pasta, and steak. He chose this place because he owns it and he can easily close it anytime he wants... like now. Pinasara niya ang La Roché para raw hindi pag pyestahan ng media lalo na at narito ako. He doesn't want to be an instant celebrity, that's not his forte raw because he is more than that, and more capable as a businessman, not a liar celebrity daw! "I hope you won't develop feelings for me in a romantic way Mr. Ford, you're girlfriend might accuse me of stealing-"