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In the experimental kitchen at Titan Manor, which cost five million US dollars to build.

The ventilation system is operating in the quietest mode.

But it still couldn't dispel the decadent aroma in the air, a blend of the cool scent of wild iris, fresh vegetable cream, and intense hormones.

The last rays of the setting sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the large stainless steel workbench, which had been spotless but was now a mess.

Katie's proud, pure white chef's custom uniform.

It fell pitifully onto the non-slip floor tiles, with a few drops of melted jam still stuck to it.

She herself was wrapped in a large cashmere blanket.

Like a cat that has eaten and drunk its fill but is exhausted, she lay limply in Chen An's arms.

"Now... do you understand what 'infusing a soul' means?"

Chen An leaned against the edge of the kitchen counter, one arm around Katie's slender and supple waist.

With his other hand, he held the extremely sharp Damascus chef's knife and casually peeled an apple.

His voice carried a husky, satisfied tone and a hint of mockery.

"You...you're just making excuses."

Katie pressed her burning cheek against his bare, muscular chest, her voice barely audible, with a slight nasal tone from just having cried.

Those emerald eyes, which usually exuded pride and discernment, were now shimmering with tears, filled with a bewildered and infatuated look after being completely conquered.

But deep within that obsession, the sparks of inspiration belonging to a genius chef were flashing wildly.

Just now, during that extreme experience of extreme contrast between ice and fire, I was on the verge of my reason being shattered.

When that primal urge intersected with the exquisite fragrance of orris root in her sensory world, it felt as if a bolt of lightning struck her mind.

"However... I think I've actually had an inspiration."

Katie tilted her head back slightly, revealing a few noticeable red marks on her fair neck.

"The aroma of this mutated orris root is too overpowering. If you use it directly as the main ingredient in a sauce, it will overpower the other flavors."

"I want to use it as a 'subtle flavor,' blending it into Caucasian honey and sous-vide white strawberry gel..."

"Then, it's wrapped around a medium-rare Titan snowflake steak, creating a fragrant, crispy crust that melts instantly at mouth temperature..."

She became more and more excited as she talked, and even tried to break free from Chen An's embrace to find a notebook to write down this crazy recipe that could shake the Michelin judging panel.

"Alright, workaholic. It's time to leave work now."

Chen An smiled and pulled her back into his arms, feeding her a slice of peeled apple, which immediately shut her up from her incessant chatter of technical jargon.

"No matter how good your recipe is, I don't have the energy to toss the pan tonight. I've finished using the kitchen, I should carry you back to bed now."

Amid the proud young chef's protests and coquettish complaints, Chen An picked her up and carried her out of the secret room that embodied the "new culinary philosophy".

……

The next morning.

Titan Manor was shrouded in a thin layer of golden-blue morning mist.

Unlike the women who enjoyed a lazy nap on their large, soft beds, Chen An got up very early.

On the ground floor of the manor's main house, there is a "biochemical extraction laboratory" specifically set up for the extraction and testing of premium agricultural products.

Two extremely expensive German-made supercritical CO2 cryogenic extraction devices are operating silently.

That piece of wild iris root, a mutation, was dug out from a crevice in a cliff granite cliff and nourished by nature and underground sacred water for over a hundred years.

It has now been sliced ​​into extremely thin slices and is lying quietly inside the extraction chamber.

After more than ten hours of slow precipitation under low temperature and high pressure.

"drop--"

The indicator light turns green.

Chen An, wearing sterile gloves, opened the collection valve.

Each drop of the essential oil, a beautiful pale gold color and so thick it seemed to solidify, slowly dripped into a small, clear crystal glass bottle.

Even if the extraction device is sealed perfectly, the moment this small bottle of essential oil is exposed to the air...

A top-tier exotic fragrance, comparable to a "mental bomb," instantly filled the entire laboratory.

It was the weight of the soil, the elegance of the violet, the crispness of the cedar, and a lingering aftertaste similar to high-grade agarwood.

This fragrance has no pungent chemical smell; it is extremely gentle, yet like an invisible net, it instantly captures one's olfactory nerves.

It directly targets the cerebral cortex, even producing a psychedelic and extremely comfortable feeling similar to being slightly tipsy.

This is the "liquid gold" that top-tier daily chemical and luxury perfume industries have always dreamed of.

One kilogram of pure orris root essential oil can fetch $100,000 at a perfume auction in Grasse.

This small bottle contains the divine essence of Montana's mutated genes, which is completely immeasurable in monetary terms.

"True luxury is never about buying ready-made products with a logo on them in a store."

Chen An looked at the small bottle of essence in his hand, containing only about 20 milliliters, and a hint of the control and relaxation unique to top-tier tycoons flashed in his eyes.

"Instead, we use the most expensive things in the world to make a few bottles of private toys for the women in our family."

……

At 10 a.m., the sunlight dispelled the morning mist.

On the vast lawn of the manor, under the huge white oak trees.

Sarah, Jessica, Aya, and Katie, who was still a little unsteady on her feet, were chatting around a long table laden with fruit and hot tea.

On the lawn not far away, two fluffy Shetland ponies, "Pudding" and "Toffee," were leisurely grazing behind the alpacas.

"Look! What's the boss up to now?" Jessica, with her sharp eyes, was the first to spot Chen An walking over carrying an exquisite wooden box.

Chen An was dressed casually today, wearing a beige thin sweater paired with dark linen trousers.

His every move exudes a languid ease and composure born from experience.

He placed the wooden box in the center of the table.

"Open it and take a look." Chen An sat down in a large wicker chair and picked up his glass of ice water.

Jessica curiously lifted the lid of the wooden box.

Inside, four small black crystal perfume bottles, devoid of any labels and with a minimalist, austere style, were neatly arranged.

"Perfume? Boss, did you go to Paris to buy it?" Katie rubbed her aching back and leaned over.

"Parisian haute couture doesn't even deserve to be placed in the same display case as it."

Chen An extended a slender finger and gently tapped one of the bottles.

"This is made with the mutated wild iris root we dug up yesterday, combined with our manor's sacred water."

"A personalized fragrance made with pure extraction, without a single drop of alcohol."

He opened a bottle cap.

moment.

The floral and herbal scents under the white oak trees seem to pale in comparison to this aroma.

"My God..." Sarah only caught a whiff of the fragrance.

Those gentle blue eyes instantly became moist and bright. "This taste is so luxurious, it's like wearing an invisible coat made of the finest silk."

All the women present were stunned by this intense, high-dimensional sensory experience.

They were all people who had seen money and good things.

But the sheer thrill of directly receiving nature's finest products, delivered to their hands in their original form, still left them incredibly excited.

Chen An stood up, picked up a bottle, and walked over to Sarah.

He poured a drop onto his fingertip and gently applied it to the delicate skin behind Sarah's ear.

"In this bottle, besides iris, I added a little bit of early spring wild chrysanthemum extract."

"The scent is milder, suitable for the Empress Dowager's pregnancy." Chen An's voice was deep and gentle, warming with his body temperature.

That noble fragrance blends perfectly with Sarah's own ripe peach-like flavor.

She exudes a maternal and voluptuous charm that makes people want to get close to her.

Sarah's cheeks flushed as she leaned against him, feeling like the happiest woman in the world.