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

The heavy, gilded gate let out a dull thud.

The last bit of warm light that managed to get through was completely cut off by the cold, hard crack in the door.

Lin Qinghan lay prone on the cold granite steps.

The raindrops cut her back like blades, making a crackling sound.

The metallic taste of blood kept rising in my throat.

She reached out her hand, her fingernails digging several pitiful, bloody marks into the waterlogged steps.

It was futile to try and catch a sliver of soap scent leaking through the crack in the door.

The chill seeped into every inch of my bones through the tattered haute couture gown.

The spasms in her stomach drained her last bit of strength.

The world before my eyes shook violently, turning into a deathly, pitch-black void.

Her head lolled to the side, and she fainted completely in the pouring rain.

The inner area is separated by a door.

Chen Yuan crumpled the used wet wipe into a ball and casually threw it into the trash can next to him.

He looked down at Shen Wanzhou, who was still clinging to his arm.

Beneath the black lace veil, her fair cheeks were flushed with a light pink hue.

The socially anxious kitten, having eaten and drunk its fill, even relaxed its previously tense shoulders.

"I'm home."

Chen Yuan spoke softly, with a unique air of indulgence.

Shen Wanzhou nodded obediently, her fingers gripping his sleeve tightening even more.

The two left through the VIP exit, escorted by bodyguards.

The black bulletproof Maybach drove smoothly through the rainy night in Jianghai City.

The temperature inside the carriage was kept constant at 24 degrees Celsius, shielding it from the cold wind and rain outside.

Shen Wanzhou huddled in the leather sofa in the back seat.

Her head bobbed up and down, like a porcelain doll that might fall asleep at any moment.

Chen Yuan took off his suit jacket and draped it over her thin shoulders.

A subtle blend of agarwood and peach scents created a calming aroma in the carriage.

Half an hour later, the Maybach drove into Genting Resort.

As soon as I entered the door, I heard the crisp sound of porcelain shattering coming from the living room on the first floor.

"Is this something for humans to eat?"

"I flew all the way from the capital, and you think you can fool me with this pig swill?"

A young woman dressed in a haute couture Chanel-style suit sat on the sofa with her arms crossed.

Her chin was held high, and her slender high heels impatiently kicked the edge of the coffee table.

Several plates of smashed foie gras and caviar were scattered on the carpet.

Uncle Fu stood to the side, his forehead covered in sweat.

Holding a towel in his hand, he repeatedly apologized.

This woman is the eldest daughter of the Bai family in the capital.

Holding the northern distribution channels that the Shen family urgently needs to open up in the second half of the year, we cannot afford to be negligent.

But this old lady was picky about food, and she ate all three of the late-night snacks prepared by Michelin-starred chefs.

Hearing the noise at the door, Miss Bai turned her head.

His gaze passed over Uncle Fu and landed on Chen Yuan and Shen Wanzhou as they entered.

"Shen Wanzhou, you're finally back."

Miss Bai stood up, her tone arrogant and condescending.

"Has your manor's cook lost their sense of taste?"

"Even my Samoyed wouldn't eat what I made."

The drowsiness that Shen Wanzhou had cultivated in the car was instantly dispelled by this sharp sound.

She instinctively shrank back half a step behind Chen Yuan.

She gripped the back of Chen Yuan's shirt tightly with both hands.

The familiar social anxiety defense mechanism has been activated again.

Chen Yuan patted her cold hand in return.

His cold gaze swept over the mess on the ground and landed on the face of the young lady Bai.

They dare to come to his territory and cause trouble, and even complain that the food at the manor is bad?

Chen Yuan ignored her and turned to ask Shen Wanzhou behind him in a low voice.

"You only ate sweets at the banquet, are you hungry?"

Shen Wanzhou peeked half her head out from behind him.

She glanced at the broken plate on the ground, then at Chen Yuan, and nodded obediently.

"What would you like to eat?" Chen Yuan asked.

Shen Wanzhou swallowed hard and wrote two words on Chen Yuan's back with her finger.

barbecue.

Having gotten used to refined foods these past few days, the socially awkward rich woman's stomach started craving the simple pleasures of everyday life.

"Okay, go wait in the garden."

Chen Yuan unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled up his shirt sleeves to his forearms.

He completely ignored Miss Bai, who was staring at him, and strode towards the kitchen.

Miss Bai, who was being ignored, stomped her feet in anger.

"Don't you know any manners, you special assistant?! I'm talking to your boss!"

Ten minutes later.

On the lawn in the back garden of the manor.

A professional black iron charcoal furnace was set up.

The red charcoal at the bottom was burning brightly, radiating an intensely hot temperature.

Chen Yuan took out the marinated Ningxia Yanchi Tan sheep meat from the cold storage.

The red and white pieces of meat were skewered on iron skewers, plump and firm.

They were lined up in a row, mounted on a wire mesh.

Sizzle—!

The rich, fatty mutton tail fat explodes instantly when exposed to high temperatures.

Golden fat dripped down the meat and into the charcoal fire.

With a loud bang.

A half-meter-high orange-red flame suddenly shot up and licked the surface of the mutton.

Chen Yuan's wrists were steady as he quickly flipped dozens of meat skewers.

Coarse salt grains and freshly ground cumin powder fell in abundance.

The specially made chili powder, under high temperature, bursts with a powerful, smoky aroma.

The pungent, wild aroma of barbecue, carried by the evening breeze from the garden, forcefully burst through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the first-floor living room.

In the living room.

Miss Bai was still complaining to Uncle Fu about the rules of the capital.

The tip of his nose twitched twice suddenly.

The powerful aroma, a blend of oil, cumin, and chili, wafted straight into her nostrils.

Her pride and reserve crumbled instantly in the face of this lively atmosphere.

My stomach let out a clear rumble uncontrollably.

Miss Bai's face flushed red all the way to the roots of her neck.

She swallowed hard, and in her high heels, followed the scent toward the garden.

Outside the glass door.

The man she considered her special assistant was standing in front of a charcoal stove filled with smoke.

He was holding a sizzling, oily skewer of meat.

The surface is roasted to a slightly charred state, while the inside is filled with rich, juicy meat.

The cumin seeds gleamed with an enticing color under the light.

Shen Wanzhou sat on a small stool next to her.

Holding a skewer in his hand, he ate until his mouth was covered in oil, completely forgetting about his usual refined manners.

Miss Bai stood blankly in the wind.

Saliva was being secreted in my mouth so much that I couldn't even swallow it all.

Chen Yuan didn't even lift his eyelids when he heard the sound of high heels.

He casually placed a handful of freshly grilled meat skewers on the iron plate next to him.

The sizzling oil bubbles were still rolling on the surface of the meat.

Miss Bai no longer cared about maintaining the dignity of a wealthy young lady.

She rushed over in three steps, not even afraid of the heat, grabbed a meat skewer and stuffed it into her mouth.

The moment the lamb touches your mouth.

The crispy outer skin crackles between your teeth, and the sweet and savory meat juices explode on your tongue like a bomb.

The unique aroma of cumin, mixed with the spiciness of chili, warms you all the way down your throat to your stomach.

"Well……"

Her eyes widened, her pupils trembling violently.

All the top-notch delicacies I've eaten over the past two decades pale in comparison to this skewer of lamb.

The second bite, the third bite.

She didn't even have time to catch her breath.

She didn't care at all that the hem of her expensive haute couture suit dragged on the muddy grass.

He squatted down next to the charcoal stove without any regard for his image, using both hands to strike.

The skewers made a crisp sound as they clattered in the iron pan.

I ate more than a dozen skewers in one go, and was sweating profusely from the effort.

Shen Wanzhou sat on a small stool and stopped chewing.

Seeing this woman suddenly rushing over to snatch the food, a sense of crisis instantly surged within me.

A hint of aggrieved wariness flickered in her peach blossom eyes.

She leaned closer to Chen Yuan's legs.

She hugged Chen Yuan's calves with both hands and pressed her face against the hem of his suit trousers.

This is her personal chef; she doesn't even want to share a single skewer with outsiders.

Chen Yuan lowered his head and looked at the large pendant hanging on his leg.

He gently rubbed the top of her head twice with his fingertips to soothe her.

After finishing the last meat skewer, Miss Bai let out a completely unladylike burp.

She tossed the skewers aside with a clatter.

She casually wiped the red oil stains from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.

His eyes were fixed on Chen Yuan, as if he were looking at a priceless, rare treasure.

He reached into his Hermès bag and pulled out a pure black metal card.

Snapped.

She slammed the card onto the folding table next to her with an air of wealth.

Miss Bai wiped the grease from the corner of her mouth and, with an air of wealth, pulled out a black card: "Name your price, I want to buy this chef!"