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Rotten leaves and cigarette butts from the muddy puddle smeared all over Wang Guilan's face.

The foul-smelling sewage dripped down her disheveled hair, drop by drop.

His previous arrogance was shattered by this fall.

She lay in the mud, her stomach churning, and she vomited several mouthfuls of acidic fluid.

Looking up, the eagle stood like a black iron tower by the manor gate.

The muscles on the scarred man's face twitched slightly, and his cold, hard gaze pierced her back like a poisoned knife.

The menacing warning still echoed in the air.

Wang Guilan shakily got up, her legs as weak as noodles.

She didn't even bother to pick up the high heel that had fallen by the iron gate.

Barefoot, he tumbled and crawled through the mud as he ran into the distance.

The fleeing figure looked comically like a plucked quail.

Second-floor balcony.

Chen Yuan turned around and casually closed the heavy, soundproof glass door.

Click.

The last bit of noise belonging to the Lin family outside the door was completely cut off.

He placed the empty coffee cup on the solid wood coffee table.

The farce of this scoundrel doesn't even deserve to make him frown.

I looked up and glanced at the vintage wall clock.

It's 11:30, time to prepare lunch for the boss upstairs who's so possessive of his food.

Chen Yuan went down the spiral staircase to the first floor and pushed open the semi-transparent glass door to the kitchen.

In a large aquatic preservation tank, several blackfish were swishing their tails and blowing bubbles.

Chen Yuan rolled up the cuffs of his black shirt, revealing a strong and powerful forearm.

He grabbed the large net next to him and scooped up a two-and-a-half-pound blackfish, splashing water, which landed on the marble cutting board.

The blackfish thrashed its tail frantically, making a splashing sound.

Chen Yuan gripped the heavy chef's knife in the back of his hand and swiftly tapped the fish head with the back of the blade.

The fish's body instantly went limp.

The scales were scraped off, the gills removed, and the belly cut open; the internal organs were quickly cleaned.

The movements were fluid and graceful, without the slightest hesitation.

The cold water washed away the dark red blood, revealing the snow-white fish flesh.

He held the thin, willow-leaf-shaped knife between his fingers.

The blade cuts horizontally along the fish bone, creating even diamond-shaped cuts in the fish meat.

The cut is connected to the fish skin, and it is rolled up into a beautiful arc.

Turn on the heat and add cold oil to the hot pan.

When the oil is heated to 70% of its maximum temperature, pale blue smoke rises gently from the edge of the pot.

The blackfish, coated in cornstarch, was slowly slid into the boiling oil, tail held high.

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The boiling oil churned violently, and white steam burst forth instantly.

The fish meat quickly sets at high temperature, and the cuts resemble a blooming golden chrysanthemum.

With a steady wrist, Chen Yuan used long wooden chopsticks to flip the fish over.

Once the outer layer is fried until crispy and golden brown, remove it from the oil and drain.

A layer of clear oil remained at the bottom of the pot.

Cut a large amount of scallion whites into sections and stir-fry in a pan to release a rich aroma of scallion oil.

The sauce, made by mixing vinegar, sugar, and soy sauce in the correct proportions, is poured over the ingredients.

Thick, reddish-brown bubbles were rising from the pot.

Chen Yuan tossed the wok with one hand, and the scalding sweet and sour sauce drew a perfect arc in mid-air.

Pour the sauce evenly over the fried blackfish.

Amidst the sizzling sound.

The sweet and sour sauce flavor mixed with the overpowering aroma of scallions explodes like a bomb in the kitchen.

The top-of-the-line range hood was turned on its highest setting, emitting a dull rumble.

But that still couldn't stop the alluring aroma from seeping out through the crack in the door.

The fragrance wafted from the lobby on the first floor and slowly climbed up the spiral staircase.

The master bedroom is at the end of the corridor on the second floor.

The heavy blackout curtains were drawn tightly shut, and only a few warm yellow floor lamps were lit in the room.

Shen Wanzhou sat cross-legged on the soft cashmere carpet.

She was holding the ear of a Pikachu plush pillow in her hand.

The tip of his nose suddenly twitched twice.

A faint, sweet and sour aroma of scallions wafted in from the central air conditioning vents.

The fragrance was like a brush with tiny hooks, gently scratching the walls of her stomach.

Glug glug.

In the quiet room, the rumbling of his stomach was clearly audible.

Shen Wanzhou looked down at her shrunken belly, a slight blush rising to her cheeks.

The creamy texture of last night's French soufflé still seems to linger on my tongue.

The image of that man sitting across from her watching her eat kept replaying in her mind.

The door she had opened halfway felt like a crack had appeared in her long-frozen heart.

The outside world doesn't seem as difficult to face as I had imagined.

As long as that butler with the pleasant scent of soap is there.

The sweet and sour fish flavor is just too tempting.

Shen Wanzhou released the Pikachu pillow from her hand and stepped barefoot into the fluffy rabbit slippers.

She walked to the door and her fingers touched the cold doorknob.

Previously, this door was her absolute defense.

But now, she wants to go out and see for herself.

Click.

The double mahogany door was opened a crack.

The corridor was empty; the tall figure pushing the food cart was nowhere to be seen.

The sweet and sour scent in the air was ten times stronger than in the room.

Shen Wanzhou swallowed a mouthful of sweet saliva.

She opened the door just wide enough for one person to pass through, and leaned out most of her body.

The wall lamps in the corridor cast a soft glow.

She looked left and right, making sure no one was around, before boldly taking one step out.

The pure white knitted cardigan was a bit too big, and the hem swayed and swept past her knees.

The rabbit slippers made no sound as they stepped on the long-haired carpet.

She walked slowly down the corridor toward the stairwell.

Every two steps, I would stop and listen carefully to what was happening.

It's like a Ragdoll cat that's just arrived in a new environment, its fur standing on end as it explores the boundaries.

Finally, she stood at the top of the spiral staircase.

The view suddenly opened up, revealing the spacious restaurant on the first floor.

Sunlight streamed in through the two-story floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the smooth parquet floor like golden bricks.

This sense of spaciousness was a forbidden zone she had absolutely dared not touch for the past six months.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Shen Wanzhou gripped the carved wooden handrail of the stairs tightly.

The knuckles were pale from excessive force.

She bit her lower lip, her chest heaving violently as she forcefully suppressed the urge to turn around and run back to the safe house.

She told herself that she was just going to get the plate of fish and then run away.

She would stop every three steps down.

He looked around nervously, afraid that a large group of bodyguards might suddenly appear from some corner.

Fortunately, Uncle Fu had already dismissed all the servants in the manor to the outer courtyard.

Apart from Chen Yuan, there wasn't a soul in the main building.

This spaciousness actually helped her relax her tense shoulders a little.

The soles of my slippers finally touched the marble floor on the first floor.

Shen Wanzhou exhaled a long breath, and a thin layer of sweat had already formed on her forehead.

The sound of running water from the kitchen had long since stopped.

The fresh aroma of the fish and the sourness of the vinegar mingled together, wafting straight into her nose.

Following the aroma, she found her way to the long Western-style dining table.

The dining table was covered with a snow-white tablecloth and set with a complete set of sterling silver cutlery.

Shen Wanzhou's fingers traced across the cold tabletop, her gaze falling on her empty hands.

If Chen Yuan brings out the fish later, I can't very well eat it with my hands.

She reached out and grabbed a silver fork from the table, gripping it tightly in her hand.

The cool metallic texture slightly reduced the cold sweat on her palms, as if she were holding a weapon for self-defense.

A tall silhouette was projected onto the semi-transparent glass door of the kitchen.

The sound of leather shoes stepping on the tiles grew louder as they approached.

Thump, thump, thump.

Shen Wanzhou's muscles tensed instantly.

I wanted to turn around and run upstairs, but my legs felt like they were made of lead and I couldn't move them.

His hand holding the silver fork trembled violently, the fork handle rattling in his palm, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged.

Click.

The glass door was pushed open from the inside, and the incandescent light from the kitchen spilled out through the crack in the door.

Chen Yuan held a huge white porcelain platter in one hand.

On the plate, the sweet and sour fish, drizzled with a rich, glossy red sauce, is steaming hot.

The scallion shreds garnishing the top are fresh and vibrant green.

He had just stepped out of the kitchen when his feet froze on the spot.

His deep gaze pierced through the air and landed on the long dining table ten steps away.

The girl in the oversized cardigan looked like a child caught red-handed, clutching the silver fork tightly in her hand.

The neckline of the knitted sweater was slightly crooked, revealing a small portion of her fair collarbone.

Her eyes were slightly red, and she stared at him like a fawn caught in a bright light, her breathing so rapid that her thin shoulders heaved up and down.

Chen Yuan's gaze swept over her white rabbit slippers.

Following the hem of her clothes upwards, it finally stopped on her knuckles, which had turned white from exertion.

Peeking through the crack in the door was already her limit.

Unexpectedly, today she actually walked down the stairs herself just for a bite to eat.

For someone who rarely leaves home, this was like crossing an insurmountable chasm.

Chen Yuan's pause instantly transformed into an undisguised smile.

Even the oppressive aura of "keep away" emanating from him vanished completely with that smile.

He could even hear the sound of a string in his heart being gently plucked.

Chen Yuan carried the fish out of the kitchen and bumped into the figure standing by the long dining table, gripping a silver fork tightly in his hand: "Boss, are you preparing to personally take over the food?"