Rob Li Private Chef Novels & Stories

Something else must have happened. “You will have to ask her yourself because her record on the site is missing for half of her life.” “A mistery. Perfect. What is the chef’s name?” “Brandon Lookwod.” “Let’s visit this fucker. It’s the perfect time to vent my anger.”

“Do it then, but I should let you know that I have permission to be here.” A crinkle formed between Maddy’s brows as his words registered. Permission? Was he the son of her parents’ friend? That question was answered when Maddy recalled what he told her the day they met at the school; he was an orphan. Which put that option out. If he wasn’t that, then… “I’m the chef.” Liam Tirro provided the answer with a dimpled smile. “The chef?” Maddy couldn’t stop the widening of her eyes. Seriously, there were a million chefs out there. How was it that the one her parents hired for their event turned out to be the one person she really didn’t want to see.

"I ordered for both of you. Blake you have the lamb stew because I know you and Maya you have the roasted vegetable situation because I also know you." Maya looked at her plate. "You put cheese on top." "The cheese is load bearing. Do not remove it." She picked up her fork. I looked at my lamb stew and the smell of it hit properly and my stomach made a sound that communicated very clearly how it felt about having been ignored since the eggs that morning. I pulled the bread from the side basket and broke it and got on with things. "Good match this morning," Liam said to me between bites. "Rolf is genuinely interesting as an opponent. The northern ability use is different. More compressed."

The smile written on the lips of the youngest Vozinelik is a rare sight for the two legal guardians. He chuckled when the chef will now do the flambé. The sugar baby is enjoying the show when Luke’s hand touches his hand underneath the table. Dylan looks at him but his gaze is at the performing chef. Daddy Luke is always caring in an indirect way; he could be possessive and sadistic sometimes—however, his love for him will be measure once when Dylan will know the truth.“Happy birthday, Milord Luke,” the chef greeted him warmly by the food he served onto their dinner plates. “I pick the high grade kobe beef from our Japanese supplier, which the fats will melt when you put in inside your mouth

"So...." The man placed a hand on his chest. "My name is Chef Mastrano, at your service." He gave Lacey a slight bow and smiled. "What can I get for you?" Lacey shrugged. "I'm so hungry I could eat a horse. What do you have?" "You're the princess, right?" She nodded. Chef Mastrano sighed. "Well, most of the shifters like steak. How's that with a baked potato?" Lacey's mouth practically started watering at the thought. "Sounds great. Could you cook it medium, please?"

"Your cooking skills are getting better. I hope you will no longer be an assistant chef, but a great chef who is good at preparing new menus every month." "Of course, Chef. I have learned a lot from you," Liana replied after taking a glass of wine from Chef Onel. This middle-aged woman is divorced from her husband and she looks happier than three years after Liana met her in this restaurant. Liana doesn't know if she had children with her former husband, but many say that Chief Chef Onel's child was taken by force by her husband. Many are still confused, so Liana has to keep her mouth shut about such personal matters.

Lily said and I turned to Ares. "Told you.." He whispered in my ear. "But I-" "No buts! I like you akready and I want to soend more time with you!" Lily pulled me away from Ares and he made me sit with Viola and Rachel. "So.. Athena, where do you work?" Rachel asked. "I just opened a restaurant, I'm a chef." I smiled. "A chef?" Lily turned to me. "Yes." "You have to teach me how to cook." Viola said.

he asked exhaustedly. I took one limp flake. “Of course. I’m hungry.” I chewed the delicate pieces. “Delicious!” “Are you crazy?” he tried to take my plate again. “Hey. I’m just eating right now.” “Then eat it all,” he gave up and retreated upstairs. It was oily but I really liked it. “Who cooked this?” I asked the chef who stood at the corner. “Master Rhio did.” I looked back at the plate and saw how it was done crudely. Of course Rhio made it. No doubt about it.

If I can understand Noah, maybe… just maybe, I can figure out where I stand in his life and make this marriage work, if not for him then for myself. “Where can I find him?” I ask, my voice firmer than before. The chef exhales, rubbing the back of his neck. “He owns a bar and he is a playboy famously known for his looks and something else. His name is Liam, and you can hardly believe that he is best friends with Master Noah, knowing how their personalities differ. ” I nod without hesitation. "Can I have the name of the bar?" The chef studies me for a long moment before finally nodding. “Alright. I will check and provide you with that.”

enjoy'. He walked away and Kathleen watched as her boss displayed nothing short of etiquette eating his lobster ravioli, she wasn't a novice when it came to these kind of things but seeing the disconnect made her feel some type of way, ‘So.....do you make him announce every dish he makes every night?'. ‘No', Grayson responded, ‘Roberto is a man who dignifies himself in the food he makes...it's a chef's pride actually'. ’So he cooks for you every night?'