Rob Li Private Chef Novels & Stories

' "Your parents allowed you to have brown hair?" Ria looked at her shocked. "No. They love me and give me the freedom to do anything," said Ria, keeping her anger in control. "How old are you?" "Eighteen." "Oh good. Do you know how to cook?" "Yes, I make pasta, bologna, chicken, lobster rolls and many other dishes." "Lobster? Ram! Ram!" said the old woman keeping a hand on her chest. For nearly five minutes, they did not speak to each other 'Thank God. She finally shut her mouth.'

But fuck… It was worth it. “Find out The Chef’s base. We are paying him a visit tomorrow.” I barked at Kaito who was still facing the dining room. “Already did. He owns a restaurant in Worthing. Specializes in fish dishes. He became famous after he caught his underboss selling him to his enemies, then chopped him into pieces and cooked him, before serving the said enemies food made out of his flesh. Apparently, that shook the entire underworld.” And I was not even aware of it.

"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?"

Any questions? After a moment when nobody indicated to have any questions, Chelsea cleared her throat and raised her fork. The atmosphere was immediately intensified. What again, they seemed to wonder. Chelsea pointed at a certain dish on the table and said: "Can I get the recipe for this? I've been meaning to learn it all my life." The surprise of this made everyone erupt in laughter. "Sure," said Liam through bouts of relieved laughter, "I'll ask the chef to put you through." *** As the hour approached, Liam became more and more jittery. Not once did he summon his guards for a head to head talk.

I hope he never finds out about it, Billy has to realize that he has found his mate so he has to stop meeting with Lea, and this way I can find out who lied to me. Billy was waiting for me, he walked me home, but he asked me to have dinner before we came home. This time he is the one who treats me, even though I don't intend to be stringent with him, but this is a good opportunity for me, right? “Do you like this place? This restaurant belongs to my father” Billy said. “Really? Yes I like it, this place is very nice, very romantic” “It's good if you like it, you have to try the grilled lobster here, it's the best”

” He nodded as if it was nothing. Chef Gio was a well known chef. Some even called him the best Chef in Argentina. He owned his own restaurant and he also does outdoor services but he was always booked for the year, before a year even starts. “You got Chef Gio to prepare lunch for you?” I asked. “For us.” He corrected. “I wanted to make you lunch myself but I was busy with work all morning so I had him prepare all these.” I eyed him.”Why do you keep lying about cooking?” “I’m not lying. There is absolutely nothing I can’t cook.”

“Did a five-star restaurant secretly move into your kitchen?” Adrian glanced up from where he was pouring water into a glass. “Sit down, Little lamb.” “That didn’t answer my question.” “It was prepared by the private chef.” Of course it was. Because apparently Adrian Romano existed in a completely different tax bracket from the rest of humanity. I sat down slowly, staring at the food. Perfectly cooked filet mignon with garlic butter. Creamy truffle mashed potatoes. Roasted asparagus. And some ridiculously expensive-looking lobster mac and cheese beside it.

Chloe didn’t wait. Neither did I. And surprisingly, it was good. Better than I expected. I glanced up at him while eating. “You didn’t have to do this.” He shrugged. “You looked like you needed it.” I paused slightly at that. Then continued eating. Chloe, of course, couldn’t resist. “So,” she said between bites, “is this what rich people do? Just randomly become chefs in their spare time?” Liam smirked faintly. “Something like that.”

When she looked up, Liam was grinning at her in that way he always did when he was proud but pretending to tease. “What?” she asked with a raised brow. “You,” he said simply, leaning back with his wine glass. “The way you answered that call—so firm, so calm. You sounded every bit the boss. My Chelsea, the head chef.” Chelsea flushed, laughing softly. “Stop it. I’m still getting used to all of this.” “No, don’t stop,” Liam countered. “Own it. You’ve worked too hard not to.” His gaze softened, his voice dropping lower. “I’m proud of you, Chelsea. More than you know.”

I don’t even go to many parties or clubs, although I’m guessing I’ll need to work on that when I’m at college otherwise I could end up studying all the time, which won’t be too healthy for me. The evening is spectacular, our waiter brings us our starters, Lobster soup with freshly made bread and it is divine as it slides easily down my throat. Liam knows I love lobster, he’s obviously gone to some trouble in creating a menu based on all my favorite foods. “This is delicious.” I tell him. “Mama Lopez makes it. Do you remember her from when you came here before?” I was just a kid back then and it was the only time I came here with Liam and his family.