What are you doing, Mr. President? I'm just an extra!

Su Feiyan's face was even darker than that withered money tree.

She picked up the landline receiver on the table and pressed down a number.

That's the direct line to the security manager.

"Seal off all exits of the building."

"Everyone is allowed to enter, but not leave."

"Find that delivery guy from earlier, I want him alive."

Su Feiyan's voice was very calm.

But the anger simmering beneath that calm was palpable even to Lu Li, who was standing two meters away.

The person on the other end of the phone readily agreed.

After hanging up the phone, Su Feiyan turned around.

She glanced at the money tree that had turned into withered wood, then glanced at Lu Li.

His eyes were complicated.

If Lu Li hadn't risked his life to stop her...

If it weren't for this guy's strange "intuition".

The two of them lying on the ground right now are probably the ones in question.

Thinking about how she had tried to drink that beverage earlier, Su Feiyan felt nauseous.

It was a physiological nausea mixed with anger at being fooled.

"Mr. Su, should we call the police?"

Lu Li asked tentatively.

Although calling the police wouldn't have done much good.

That's Dragon King Ye Fan; he'd already run away faster than a rabbit by now.

That guy's like an eel, slippery as a mule; no ordinary security guard could catch him.

Su Feiyan didn't speak; she heard Lu Li's thoughts.

It really was Ye Fan.

That scoundrel, wanted throughout the city, actually dared to defy the odds and steal from her office, even attempting to humiliate her with such despicable means.

well.

She made a mental note of it.

Less than ten minutes later, the security department called back.

As expected.

The person ran away.

Surveillance footage showed that the deliveryman disappeared into thin air after entering the fire escape. Finally, a discarded delivery uniform and helmet were found in a blind spot of the surveillance cameras in the underground parking garage.

As for the person, they've long since disappeared into some sewer.

As Su Feiyan listened to the report, her fingers tapped unconsciously on the table. Since they couldn't catch the person, they had to solve the problem at its source.

She looked up at Lu Li.

Lu Li felt uneasy under her gaze and instinctively hugged his arms tightly.

"From now on, you are not allowed to order takeout anymore."

Su Feiyan's tone left no room for argument.

Lu Li was taken aback.

"what?"

"But Mr. Su, food is essential for survival. What will I eat if I don't order takeout?"

"Even pigs wouldn't eat the communal cooking in the cafeteria."

Su Feiyan snorted coldly.

"What? Afraid I'll starve you?"

She stood up and straightened the slightly wrinkled hem of her suit jacket.

"From today onwards, I will personally take charge of your diet."

Lu Li's eyes widened.

Happiness came too suddenly, a bit like a tornado.

[Personally in charge?]

Is it delivered daily by a Michelin three-star chef?

Or is President Su planning to take me to eat at private kitchens every day?

[That's true. How could a powerful female CEO like her, with her net worth, possibly let her personal assistant go hungry?]

This is the benefit of clinging to someone powerful!

[It's so good to be a kept man.]

Lu Li's smile hadn't fully blossomed yet.

Su Feiyan shattered his illusions with her actions.

She didn't take Lu Li out, nor did she call to order food. Instead, she went straight to the hidden door inside the office.

That's the president's private rest area.

Lu Li had been here a few times. The interior was decorated like a five-star hotel suite, and even had a fully equipped small kitchen.

However, that kitchen was always just for show; the protective film on it was never completely removed.

Su Feiyan pushed open the door and went inside.

Lu Li quickly followed.

Su Feiyan took off her black suit jacket and casually hung it on a hanger.

The white silk shirt underneath accentuated her perfect waistline.

She rolled up her sleeves, revealing two dazzlingly white wrists.

Then, she took out an apron with a Doraemon pattern from the cabinet and tied it around her waist.

Lu Li's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

This art style is off.

A cold and domineering female CEO suddenly becomes a domestic cook?

Isn't this contrast a bit too great?

"Mr. Su, what's wrong...?"

Lu Li swallowed hard, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.

Su Feiyan opened the refrigerator.

That's a top-of-the-line refrigerator that's filled with fresh ingredients every day by dedicated staff; it's full of imported, high-end goods.

She took out a packet of noodles, two eggs, and a few green vegetables.

She turned around and raised an eyebrow at Lu Li.

"Didn't you notice?"

"I'll cook you some noodles."

cough cough.

Lu Li choked on his own saliva.

That sounds so awkward.

But he dared not speak, nor dared he ask.

I could only rant and rave in my head.

[President Su can cook?]

This is not scientifically sound!

[In the original story, this woman was a pampered young lady who never lifted a finger!]

[Forget cooking, she probably doesn't even know how to use a microwave.]

[Has the plot fallen apart? Or am I reading a fake original work?]

Su Feiyan's lips twitched as she listened to Lu Li's thoughts.

Who says she can't cook?

When she was studying abroad, she actually cooked instant noodles.

Although it only happened a few times.

But how difficult can it be to cook noodles?

Isn't it just about boiling water, throwing in the noodles, and taking them out when they're cooked?

She can handle even the most complex business mergers and acquisitions, so how could a mere bowl of noodles possibly stump Su Feiyan?

"Sit there and don't move."

Su Feiyan pointed to the dining table next to her.

Lu Li sat down obediently, like a primary school student waiting for lunch.

But in that look, doubt and unease were palpable.

There was a noise coming from the kitchen.

First came the sound of water being collected.

Then came the sound of ignition.

Everything sounds normal.

Until five minutes later.

"Bang!"

A loud crash was heard, like a pot lid hitting the ground.

Lu Li was so startled he almost jumped up.

"Mr. Su? Are you alright?"

"fine!"

Su Feiyan's voice came out, sounding somewhat exasperated.

"This pot lid is too slippery."

Immediately following was a flurry of clanging sounds.

Lu Li sat outside, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

He smelled an odor, but it wasn't the aroma of food.

Rather, it was a kind of... how should I put it?

It smells like burning rubber mixed with the evaporation of aged vinegar.

It has a pungent smell and causes headaches.

[It’s over. 】

I have a bad feeling.

This isn't cooking, it's making poison!

That milk tea was poisoned, but at least it smelled good.

[The aroma of Mr. Su's noodles is enough to make a cow scurry away.]

Lu Li wanted to run, but he didn't dare.

Running away now is a questioning of General Manager Su's culinary skills and a trampling on the leader's care.

I reckon my bonus for this quarter will be deducted before I even leave the gate.

I endured it for the sake of money.

Another ten minutes passed.

The kitchen door opened.

Su Feiyan came out carrying an exquisite porcelain bowl.

Her hair was a little messy, and there was a bit of flour on the tip of her nose.

But her expression was confident, even proud, as if she had just completed a project worth 100 million.

"Eat."

Su Feiyan placed the bowl in front of Lu Li.

"A secret recipe you can't find anywhere else."

Lu Li looked down.

Then silence fell.

The bowl is large and beautiful.

But what's in this bowl...

Is that noodles?

Is that dark, tangled mass of unidentified objects really noodles?

Lu Li felt a tightness in his throat.