You got your marriage certificate and then abandoned me? I'll feed the richest woman in the wor

"Put the food down, step back three steps, and don't peek."

The corridor was deathly silent, and the faint electrical hum emanating from the built-in speaker in the mahogany door slowly dissipated.

Chen Yuan stood there, staring at the walkie-talkie probe flashing red, and shrugged indifferently.

You take someone's money and do their bidding.

If they don't let me see it, then I won't. As long as my monthly salary of 100,000 arrives on time, that's all that matters.

Without saying a word, he turned and went downstairs decisively.

The faded canvas bag was carelessly tossed into the spacious butler's bedroom on the first floor.

Chen Yuan pushed open the kitchen door on the first floor of the manor.

Suddenly, the view opened up.

In the nearly 100-square-meter open space, a full set of German-imported kitchenware gleams with a cold metallic luster.

There are more than a dozen sharpened chef knives of various sizes hanging on the wall, and even the kitchen counter is made of a single piece of high-end custom marble.

This setup is even more luxurious than the kitchen of a Michelin three-star restaurant.

Chen Yuan walked to the double-door built-in smart refrigerator, grasped the handle, and pulled it open.

The biting cold air that hit us carried a hint of deathly stillness.

The huge refrigerator was completely empty; there wasn't even a bottle of purified water.

Only in the bottommost refrigerated container did a bowl of clump-cold, leftover rice lie all alone.

There were also half a dried-out carrot and two eggs scattered around.

Chen Yuan pinched the bridge of his nose.

The lifestyle of the billionaire female tycoon was actually more miserable than that of her butler, who had just been kicked out of the house.

Even a skilled cook can't cook without rice, but this didn't stump Chen Yuan.

Over the past five years, he has poured countless hours of effort into catering to that heartless woman's picky appetite.

Chen Yuan took off his trench coat, casually rolled up his shirt sleeves, and pulled a chef's knife from the knife rack.

The blade flashed a sharp, cold light through the air.

Tap tap tap tap—

The sound of numerous blades clashing against the cutting board suddenly erupted in the empty kitchen.

The half-dried carrot was instantly chopped into perfectly uniform small pieces, each only the size of a grain of rice.

Hold the egg with one hand and gently pinch it with your fingertips.

The eggshell cracked crisply, and the clear yellow egg liquid slid down the white porcelain bowl.

The whisk was rapidly swirling in the bowl, creating fine, golden foam.

boom.

The blue flames from the gas stove suddenly shot up, greedily licking the cold bottom of the iron pot.

With my palm suspended in the air, I felt the heat rising from the surface of the iron pot.

Pour in the oil, and the moment the oil reaches 60% of its maximum temperature, Chen Yuan pushes the leftover cold rice into the pot.

Shila-

The ear-piercing sound of oil popping mixed with white smoke rising into the air.

Chen Yuan gripped the pot handle, his forearm muscles tensing up with sudden force.

The heavy iron pot flew up and down lightly in his hands.

The clumps of cold rice were broken up in a perfect parabola in the air, with each grain of rice being rapidly shaken under the high temperature.

Pour the egg mixture evenly along the edge of the pan.

Precise heat control allows the golden egg liquid to quickly coat every grain of rice the moment it comes into contact with the rice.

Stir-fry quickly with an iron spoon.

The previously shriveled leftover rice has now been given a dazzling new lease on life.

Each grain is distinct and gleaming with golden light.

An overpowering, caramelized aroma, mixed with the rich flavor of eggs and the sweetness of carrots, exploded in the air like a bomb.

The aroma wafted out through the crack in the kitchen door, quickly taking over the first-floor hall and then frantically climbing up the spiral staircase to the second floor.

Turn off the heat, toss the pan, and plate.

It flows smoothly, without a single unnecessary or sluggish movement.

Chen Yuan placed the plate of "Golden Fried Rice," which resembled a work of art, on the delivery cart with a pure silver insulated lid.

The elevator came to a smooth stop on the second floor.

The corridor remained deathly silent.

Chen Yuan pushed the food cart and came to the closed mahogany double door again.

The air was filled with the irresistible aroma of fried rice, an aroma that made your mouth water.

Chen Yuan did not knock on the door, nor did he make any sound through the speaker.

He carefully took the sterling silver tray off the cart and placed it steadily on the dark carpet by the door.

Then he turned and backed away.

One step, two steps, three steps.

They retreated to the butler's lounge, which was about ten meters away from the mahogany door.

The door to the lounge wasn't closed tightly; Chen Yuan deliberately left a gap about two fingers wide.

He leaned against the door, arms crossed, his gaze fixed silently on the end of the corridor.

Time passed by, second by second.

The second hand of the wall clock went a full halfway around.

There was still no movement from the mahogany door.

Just when Chen Yuan thought the other party wouldn't come out to get the food...

Click.

The faint sound of the electronic lock unlocking was amplified infinitely in the deathly silent corridor.

Chen Yuan unconsciously slowed his breathing.

The heavy mahogany door was slowly pulled open a crack from the inside.

The gap was very small, only wide enough to fit an arm.

Not a single footstep was heard.

A hand, so white it was almost transparent, reached out from behind the crack in the door.

Her fingers were slender, with well-proportioned bones and flesh, and even her nails were neatly trimmed without any decoration.

But that hand was shaking badly.

Like a little mouse poking its head out of its hole to steal cheese, it is extremely wary and tentative.

Her fair fingers groped along the carpet, carefully touching the edge of the sterling silver tray.

The fingertips visibly flinched the moment they touched the residual warmth of the tray.

Followed by.

stab-

The metal tray base rubbed violently against the carpet, producing a dull thud.

With lightning speed, the hand grabbed the edge of the tray and pulled it tightly into the crack of the door.

The movement was so fast that it even left a blur.

boom!

The tray had just crossed the threshold when the mahogany door was slammed shut from the inside.

The electronic lock then beeps as it automatically locks.

The corridor fell silent once more.

If it weren't for the dent left on the carpet from the tray, Chen Yuan would have even doubted whether what he had just witnessed was an illusion.

He looked at the empty carpet and let out a very low, muffled laugh.

This is the rumored billionaire, a ruthless and cold-blooded female tycoon.

The way it snatched food was a hundred times more exaggerated than the food-guarding orange tabby cat.

Chen Yuan turned around and sat down on the leather sofa in the lounge.

He had used up some energy flipping the pan, and his stomach was a little empty.

Ding.

The phone screen lit up.

The bank notification popped up on time, and the 100,000 yuan advance salary for the first month was still in my balance.

Chen Yuan leaned back on the sofa and exhaled a long breath.

Having left behind the quagmire of the Lin family, this place is practically a paradise for paid vacations.

There's no one bossing you around, and no tormenting you by being woken up in the middle of the night to fix your computer.

There were only quiet transactions and the occasional mischievous prank of teasing the "creature behind the door."

Tick, tick.

A full half hour has passed.

Chen Yuan was about to close his eyes and take a nap.

There was another slight noise outside the door.

stab.

The familiar sound of metal scraping against a carpet.

Accompanied by the soft click of the door lock clicking shut.

Chen Yuan got up, opened the door to the lounge, and walked slowly to the mahogany door.

The sterling silver tray remained untouched on the carpet.

However, the white porcelain plate on the tray was so clean that it could even reflect a person's image under the light.

Not a single scallion or a drop of oil was left.

The disc is so flawed, it's as if someone picked it up and licked it thoroughly with their tongue.

Chen Yuan bent down and picked up the tray; the metal base still carried a trace of the warmth from the palm of the person inside the door.

He shook his head and turned to walk towards the elevator.

This guy really lives off his girlfriend without any pressure.

As soon as I stepped into the elevator car, my old cell phone in my pocket suddenly vibrated violently and at a high frequency against my thigh.

It wasn't a system notification from the bank.

Chen Yuan held the tray with one hand and took out his phone with the other.

In-screen fingerprint unlock.

It's a new text message I just received.

The sender had no profile picture, and the phone number was specially encrypted, indicating it was from an unknown source.

Chen Yuan lowered his gaze, his eyes sweeping over the short line of text on the screen.

Between the lines, one can almost see through the door and into the eyes of someone hiding under the covers, typing cautiously.

Chen Yuan's phone vibrated. It was a text message from an employer without a profile picture: "Um... could you add an extra fried egg tomorrow?"