Mattia Polibio Family Restaurant นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Knowing full well that I’m going to ruin it later.” He let out a low chuckle, as I flushed bright pink at his words… Before he pushed his foot down on the accelerator, and began to drive. CHAPTER 19 LORENZO I was taking Amber to a restaurant at the other side of town. It was an Italian restaurant, that served the best Italian food, from risotto, to ossobuco, to polenta, to ribollita, to Fiorentina steak, to lasagna, to bottarga, to pizza.

I uncovered the dishes, revealing Veal Parmesan, lasagna, lobster tails served over angel hair pasta, Chicken Parmesan, Chicken Marsala, Seafood Alfredo, Spaghetti and Meatballs, Eggplant Parmesan, and more. “My Lord, Lance!” Leila said, completely surprised. “You ordered from Maggiano’s Little Italy again, didn’t you? You shouldn’t have!” I shrugged as a smile curled my lips. “You enjoyed it so much yesterday that I asked Kellen to order it for us again today.” “Daddy!” Jase yelled as he suddenly ran into the room, jumping into my open arms as Adeline followed him into the room. “You’re home!” Jase said happily.

“Can you believe it got away through the sewers and out to that island?” I laughed, “Wait until you see what happens the next time it finds people.” His eyes widened; we were both hooked. We ate out again that night, this time in a little Italian place in the next town. Things between Matt and Mom were civil, if a little cool, but we had some laughs and the food was pretty good. Truth be told, I couldn’t wait to get home and read about Popobawa. The way Matt squirmed in his seat and kept looking at me, I think he was in the same boat.

“ There’s a new restaurant that opened and to celebrate the fact that Angelo has recovered we should go there . “ said madam Diana . “ A new restaurant ? “ asked madam Laura . “ Remember the restaurant that we talked about ? “ said madam Diana . “ Oh ! That new restaurant that is just built . Only the vip go there . We should definitely go there . You did well to make a reservation there . “ said madam Laura excitedly . Antonio smiled helplessly when he saw his mother’s excited expression and nodded his head in agreement against his will . “ Seems like a good idea . “ said Antonio . “ Are there any cakes there ? “ asked Angelo . “ Sure there are ! Plenty of cakes with different flavours . “

“Why are they here?” “We’re making a statement.” He shrugged. “They are now my family. Fuck with them, any of them, and I and the entire Matrone organization will come for you. Your father is quite excited by the way for the new designs of the restaurant.” He whispered in her ear, “somehow the restaurant was insured for two million dollars so he’s getting you and your mother your dream kitchens.” She looked up to him in surprise, her lips curling when she knew damn well the restaurant wasn’t insured so much for fire damage, “our dream kitchen?”

“You know I have special ways of convincing you to forgive me.” “Guess what, Mom.” Millie said, as she held Matteo by his hands, stopping him from running around the park. “Dad got reservations at your favorite restaurant while we were on our way here! We’ll be able to eat tiramisu!” “It's never as good as what we eat in Italy.” Alessandro grumbled, but even so, Alice could tell he was looking forward to a good dinner as he walked towards where their car was parked. “Come on, Dad! You’ll have time to kiss Mom and be sweet when we get back home!”

I wasn’t really paying attention to him, I was going through Sophia Taylor’s page after liking the post she made about my awesome doughnuts! “I don’t know baby, anything is fine.” I said, shrugging. “Don’t say that. Come on, go through the slides and pick a favorite.” He told me, handing me the iPad. I was going through the slides when a text from Sophia popped up on my phone. Sophia Taylor: A date at Re Reina’s, seven pm? Bills on me. Re Reina’s was a nice Italian restaurant in the middle of the city, it was reserved for mostly famous figures.

big "Ciao" to the entire group, then headed behind the kitchen counter, amidst the pots and pans to taste test. Francesca, after saying hello to the group, excused herself as her cell phone began vibrating incessantly. Madron smiled at Cooper and then both he, and Amata, worked at setting the table for dinner. The hustle and bustle felt like a big family getting a Thanksgiving meal prepared and it warmed Cooper's heart. She found herself in the midst of the big family that she'd always wanted. They all gathered around the table and sat down for a meal that lasted for hours. The tabletop was filled with a wonderful meal of roast beef, garlicky mashed potatoes with gravy, freshly baked bread

“You guys want anything?” They exchanged one of those silent, telepathic bodyguard looks before Calian said, “We’re good, ma'am.” “Not good enough. I’m treating. You’ve been carrying my book haul and following me like puppies all day. Order something.” It took some gentle coercion, but eventually they gave in. We went to Zizzi, and I ordered the King Prawn Spiedini. Calian and Martinz shared a Pepperoni Campagna. Just as I was settling in, I saw him.

When I arrived at the main square after walking for several hours, the afternoon was about to fall; I did not even realize how time passed so fast; I looked at the restaurant in front of the square, where my parents used to take me when I was a child. "La Bella Italia" was owned by the Razzo Family; the Don was an old friend of my father's. Therefore, I think there would be no problem if I stopped eating at this place. At the restaurant entrance was a red-haired, attractive woman looking at me with a raised eyebrow; apparently, she was not like me very much. "Buon pomeriggio, Benvenuto a Bella Italia, lei ha una riservazione" ("Good afternoon, welcome to Bella Italia, do you have a reservati