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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.”

Besides, she wondered, how can he tell just by looking? Xavier’s expression turned even icier. "Then tell me—who did you spend all those years learning to cook for?" The question hit Chloe like a physical slap. The answer was instantaneous and painful: Liam Martin. Every signature dish she had mastered, every secret ingredient she had discovered, was tailored specifically to Liam’s palate. She had spent years perfecting the flavors he loved most, ensuring he would never grow tired of her table.

Author P.O.V A dark-haired man with a tan complexion and piercing dark eyes exited the towering apartment building, his posture exuding confidence as he slid into the sleek interior of his sports car. This was Owen Brown, a name known to anyone who paid even the slightest attention to the culinary world in South California. He was not just any chef ,he was a celebrity. Over the last six years, he had built a veritable empire, opening a chain of restaurants and cafes, with The Dream being the crown jewel of his achievements. His cooking show drew millions of viewers, and his charm ensured that every public appearance turned into a headline.