Rob Li Private Chef Novels & Stories

So we can narrow our search down to the year it happened and I believe we would find something worth the stress," I replied, laying my thoughts bare for their scrutiny. "That sounds fair enough," he said without further complaint. “Good,'' I replied, before writing it down on the notepad as step two. “So, do you guys remember anything at all from the conversation with Mrs Maria?“ I asked them again. I couldn't do this without their cooperation and I needed the three of them to input their ideas. “She did mention something about Liam having his restaurant now," Calvin said. “Yeah, I'm surprised he does when he was just a pastry chef. It's not like he could prepare another kind of meal that do

"Tell me what you know." "The chef being accused is someone I brought onto the team. I can't stress enough that she isn't guilty. We're quite close, and I know her character. It simply isn't something she's capable of." "Who are you talking about?" Liam asked a third time with increasing intensity. I glanced up at him. He wanted to know so he could capture the chef and interrogate them. Felix turned to Liam and said, "It's Chef– "That's it. Out." I pointed for Liam to leave. His eyes glittered as he set his jaw. Begrudgingly, he walked to the door, but when he caught sight of my irises, he ran away like a scared puppy.

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."

"Eat up, Moonbound. You'll need all the strength you can get." The smell of Lily's cooking made my stomach growl the second she placed the plate in front of me. It was nothing fancy. Just garlic rice, sauteed vegetables, and fried chicken. I picked up my fork and stabbed a piece of chicken. "Mmm, this looks amazing." Lily smirked while lifting her own fork. "Of course it does. Everything I make is amazing." I laughed, taking a big bite. "Okay, cocky chef." She leaned closer and lowered her voice like she was about to share a secret. "So, be honest. If the moon goddess revealed Gabriel as your mate on your birthday, what would you do?"

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

"Anthony Rodriguez, it's time your taste buds make a feast." One of the security guys took her to a nearby supermarket where she bought some eggs, fish, all purpose flour, and baking powder. "Don't tell your boss that I bought these things to surprise him for a tasty lunch." "Definitely not, maam.." The sturdy bodyguard replied in the same robotic fashion. Putting the songs of Jennifer Lopez on her mobile, she made sweetcorn french fries for starters. Baked Lobsters along with brown rice, sushi, fish Solomon, roasted chicken with honey for the main course and as a part of sweet dish she made chocolate burst pastry.

"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.