Rob Li Private Chef Novels & Stories

Colby Everyone was doing their own thing to bond with Lia. I decided that I was just going to cook dinner for the whole group, and then I would sneak her some dessert. Great for us to have a private dessert. Something chocolatey, maybe. She always smiled more with chocolate. “I’m making dinner tonight,” I announced, tossing my keys into the dish by the door and heading straight for the kitchen. Rain popped his head around the corner, eyes lighting up. “Ooh! Need a sous chef?”

Blake commented on the restaurant looking at the traffic. “Uhum, that’s the one. An influential customer mentioned it last week and said their food was to die for.” “You don’t know how actual those words are. One slip of the chef, and you would die from the blowfish if not properly prepared.” “What? Not scared, are you?” She teased. Blake was the inheritor of the medical genius of his family, not to mention a cultivator. How could a mere thought of a blowfish dish scare him? So he laughed it off and replied.

It was directed to nobody exactly. "Kira, albeit it wasn't her initial recipe." Isaac responded, his hands squeezing the edge of the long table. "Who owns it?" "This recipe belongs to Marcus Blacksmith. He used to work here until he left for the castle. I heard he was paid for it." Whatever I had in mind to say, shock knocked it off. I was engulfed in awe. My own Marcus owned the recipe. A little part of me was so proud of him. "That's great." I managed to say. It was just a preventive measure I had to take for the situation to not be entirely awkward.

she responded as they laughed together. "Hold on... Who could this? It's so yummy!" "Guess!" "Could be one of your chefs. Can I see her or him? She asked. "It's definitely my greatest chef and he's off to work." Stella Harris responded as she winked at her manager. Opening her mouth wide in shock, Kira Lopez found it hard to believe. "Master Chris can cook?" she asked, shocked. "He does the most cooking." Stella Harris confirmed. "Oh my gosh! These are beautiful!" Kira Lopez praised as she took out a spoon and started munching on them alongside Stella Harris.

The guy on my left whispered, "What happened?" "Nothing." He took a bite from the food in his plate and said, "No matter what origin, the way of cooking, or the way they present, at the end of the day, it's just food." While I was eating, he whispered again, "I'm Liam by the way." And gave me a smile before continuing eating his food. Liam. That means, he must be the brother of those twins. Lorelei and Larisa. Liam seems different from them, not physically but mentally.

It's really delicious. KYLA: He's a cordon bleu chef KYLE: I cooked it with a total of zero assistance from Kyla KYLA: Oh my....that is so much help I offered. Can you believe it? Total of Zero (everyone laughs) LOGAN: You should really cherish your twinnie Kyle, it's rare to find someone who offers a total of Zero assistance (everyone laughs again) ANYA: (licked her lip in satisfaction of the taste) Loki, you really are a great chef (using the serviette to massage her lip.

It wasn’t that she wasn’t grateful, but she felt embarrassed that he was talking about this so publicly. Fuming, she bit her lip and walked into the Roasted Ribs Diner. Toby took out a cigarette from his pack and lit it, the smoke swirling around his face, obscuring his eyes, but a faint smile could be seen in his expression. Leanna walked into the Roasted Ribs Diner, where she found Roland and Braeden crowded around the boss. She walked over. "What are you guys looking at?" Braeden pointed at the boss's hand. "How deep must someone’s skill be to make a fork go through the back of their hand and the table? This table is at least three centimeters thick!"

“Let’s have sushi.” “Hey, you don’t have to listen to this kid! Just let me know what you want!” Liam straightened up and explained seriously, “Don't worry. I hired these chefs with my own money. Didn’t use the family’s money. It won’t affect your revolutionary plan at all!” Zephyr looked at him speechlessly and scoffed.

And in this restaurant, as well as having a great time, Beatrice also sampled the most delicious Lobster Stew she had ever experienced; enjoying it so much she had asked to speak with the chef afterwards. Then she’d begged him for the recipe. The chef agreed but made clear that he would only state the recipe once and she was not to write it down. This was of little issue to Beatrice. She was as likely to forget a recipe as the birds would forget to sing each morning. ‘Lobster is expensive at the best of times,’ Beatrice cautioned. ‘Money is not an issue when it comes to family,’ Mr Userkaf reassured her.

she declared and swooned. “You have started with your unending praises, Liyana,” Sofia smiled. “How I wish people comment on my food the way you do.” “Who says they don’t?” Liyana asked, moving close to her. “When I was entering the hotel, I heard one woman telling her husband that they should be coming here more often. When the husband asked why. Do you know what the woman said?” Liyana asked, placing her hand on Sofia’s shoulder. Sofia shook her head. “Their food taste so delicious, I don’t mind coming here all weekend. Who is behind the delicious meals?--- Sofia Naqvi, AKA, world best chef,” Liyana praised blissfully and they both laughed. At that moment, they began hearing noises. They s