Rob Li Private Chef Novels & Stories

A minute after the monologue, the high-spirited host asserted the sponsor of the bedazzling birthday party which is the most illustrious and prolific chef of the century, Aries Chivec with girls surrounding him. "You're kidding me. The father of Henry is the sexiest chef ever to be seen on t.v.? How did I miss that?" I spoke. A round of applause echoed in the ballroom and the beacon for the celebrant, Liam, to show up was instigated by Aries.

As expected by my smallest hope, his profile is all locked up, not being a friend of his makes me unable to discover more of him on his profile page, but I know he probably never liked any fan pages or joined any group on social media platforms, so it is useless for me to see his profile page anyway. Though, I can see who he has been friends with. I check out the friends section, I see Justin Shaw, his bright smile is seen on his profile picture; and Mila Macgregor, she has two adorable emojis on her pink cheeks on her profile picture; most unexpectedly, I see Figaro Lombardo too, the head chef of Paradiso di Figaro, the Italian Cuisine Jamie first brought me out to. That’s it. Nothing more

I replied and noticed his face darken in displeasure. I continued still, "Tobi is such an amazing chef. He has a YouTube channel, you know. When I first met him, I expected him to be this kind of rich kid who wouldn't even know his way around the kitchen just like me, but he surprised me. He—" "Enough talk about Tobi, today is about the both of us. I appreciate the fact that he taught you to cook so well, but I don't want us to talk about him," He frowned, taking the plates to the sink.

Chatrine extended her hand with graceful confidence, every movement polished and professional. “Bobby Charlton,” he replied proudly as he shook it. “I noticed your surname on the restaurant sign outside,” Chatrine said politely. “Bobby owns the place,” Liam interrupted. “He was my father’s closest friend.” “Oh, so you really are an intern?” Bobby tilted his head, studying her more carefully now. “You’re awfully young and beautiful. I hope you survive working with this stubborn boy.” He slapped Liam’s back again. “Congratulations, Liam. You deserve this.”

He was just casually cooking but Liam could bet the sight was more than perfect for a cooking ad. "Here, have a bite," Steve stretched his arm to Liam's mouth holding a freshly baked brownie. Liam looked at him and he wasn't budging. "Come on, open up." Liam slowly opened his mouth, allowing the brownie in. He closed his eyes and mouth as he chewed. "Oh my God, It tastes so good." "Does it?" Steve threw the half eaten brownie into his mouth. "Mhm, it's good. Should I just become a chef?"

After that, he stood up under the disbelieving gaze of everyone else and said calmly, “I’m going to the restroom too.” At the sight of what he did, Elliot, Philip, Lucas, and Shawn were rendered speechless. Damian pursed his lips and was about to say something, but Elliot immediately interrupted him by putting a whole piece of lobster onto his plate. “Damian, hurry up and taste this signature dish of Zion Club. You won’t get to eat something so delicious for quite some time after you return to the army. Even though I do say it myself, there’s no other place in Bradfort City aside from Zion Club that can make such a delicacy…”

It would help—at least until I could take another tranquilizer. "Does Leon cook often?" I asked as I set my tool kit down on the counter. "The Chef," he corrected me, "cooks in here from time to time for more…VIP clients and spends a lot of time here on his own accord." So that explained it. Then, immediately switching gears, Frank began pointing to a few items on the counter. "Here are the ingredients you're gonna need. As for what to do with them, it's your call." Holy shit. Beside the stove was a 4-kilogram mighty lobster, a top-quality fillet, and various expensive supplementary ingredients. There was actually caviar…and really good caviar. This thing was more than gold.

Liam said. "No. I mean this flavor." She looked back at him, "This flavor that you cooked." "Really?" Liam looked at her surprisingly. "I'm surprised, V. You have such a good memory." Ivy asked, "So you cook grilled lobster for me before?" "Yes. Once. But it was several years ago." Liam smiled and reminisced back, "When I knew you like to eat grilled lobster, I decided to learn how to make it. You and Joe were the first two people who tried it. But he said it was disgusting after trying it."

The compression top was killing me, binding in all the wrong places. "What would you like to eat?" Liam asked, his voice neutral. I glanced at his plate. "I'll have the same as you." With just a look from Liam, the chef immediately retreated to the kitchen to prepare my breakfast. "Who's that?" I asked, nodding toward the kitchen. "The breakfast chef," Liam replied flatly. "Wake up earlier if you want to catch breakfast in the future." He set down his utensils with precise movements. "Where do you work?"

Pedro calmly pointed at the sign; his quick response gave Maya enough time to hide behind the counter. Oli cleared her throat and continued, “That’s… uh… right, sir, you can’t be in here.” Pedro looked around, obviously searching the room for someone but soon averted his gaze back at Oli and Ryan. He smiled slyly, “Pardon my intrusion, and I just wanted to give my compliments to the chef. My meal was excellent.” “That’s me, and I’m the head chef,” Ryan remarked quite arrogantly. He smirked and continued, “I am the head chef and partner of the owner. Life partner.”