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

With her face covered in flour and her hand gripping the spatula tightly, Shen Wanzhou looked at the pan of burnt batter and said aggrievedly, "It looked so easy to you when you made it..."

Tiny powder fell down as she spoke.

It landed on the neckline of the peach-colored pajamas.

Chen Yuan's Adam's apple bobbed as he suppressed the cough that was stuck in his chest.

His deep gaze fell on the tip of her reddened nose.

The kitchen was filled with a pungent, burnt smell.

The noodles at the bottom of the pan had formed a hard, black crust.

A few wisps of smoke even drifted upwards along the edge of the pot.

In the past...

Who would dare to create such a mess in front of the head of the Shen family conglomerate?

They had already been thrown out of Jianghai City along with their belongings by dozens of security guards.

But now.

This powerful businesswoman is like a kindergarten child who has made a mistake.

My toes curled up uncomfortably inside the fluffy slippers.

His shoulders slumped down.

Even his usually straight back was bent into a defeated curve.

Her eyes were brimming with self-reproach, almost overflowing with it.

Chen Yuan took a step forward.

The leather shoes stepped on the scattered flour on the floor, leaving a clear footprint.

His tall figure stopped in front of Shen Wanzhou.

It blocked the cool air coming from the exhaust fan.

That large, well-defined hand reached out.

There was not a hint of blame in it.

I firmly grasped the edge of that dark, black spatula.

"Let go."

His voice was hoarse from just getting up, but it carried an air of indulgence that left no room for refusal.

Shen Wanzhou's eyelashes fluttered twice.

Obediently loosened her fingers.

Chen Yuan took the spatula covered in black ash and casually tossed it into the sink next to him.

A crisp clang.

The stainless steel in the sink made a crisp echo.

Then, he pulled a clean, pure cotton towel hanging on the counter.

One hand gently supported the back of her head.

With her other hand, she held a towel and gently wiped the powder off her face.

The rough towel fibers brushed against her delicate skin.

It generated a slight static electricity sensation.

"The heat wasn't controlled properly, and too little water was added."

As he wiped, he calmly reviewed the situation.

"If you can keep the pot safe on your first time in the kitchen, that's already a passing grade."

Not a single harsh word was spoken.

There was not a hint of blame whatsoever.

Shen Wanzhou tilted her head back and let him wipe her face.

The air was filled with the clean, refreshing scent of soap emanating from him.

It has a faint hint of mint flavor.

My heart, which had been hanging in mid-air, was steadily held up by these few ordinary words.

Chen Yuan wiped the last bit of powder off the tip of her nose.

Turn around and turn off the gas stove.

I put on heat-resistant gloves and picked up the frying pan, which looked terrible.

Shen Wanzhou's eyes widened instantly.

She thought he was going to dump the culinary disaster directly into the trash.

To destroy the evidence and cover up the crime.

result.

Chen Yuan took a blue and white porcelain bowl.

Use wooden chopsticks to carefully scoop the charred, sticky mess from the pot into the bowl.

This thing can't be called noodles at all.

The dough was covered with a layer of charcoal.

It even contained hard lumps of undercooked starch.

The broth had been boiled down to a thick, murky, and bitter sauce.

It emitted a pungent smell.

Chen Yuan carried the bowl of porridge and walked straight to the long wooden table in the restaurant.

"What are you doing...?"

Shen Wanzhou grew anxious and followed behind, wearing rabbit slippers.

She grabbed his shirt sleeves with both hands.

The sweat in my palms instantly soaked through the pure cotton fabric.

"You can't eat that, it's all mushy."

"I'll order you takeout, or I'll have Uncle Fu buy some crab roe buns from the south of the city."

Her eyes welled up with tears.

Even the stray dogs outside the manor would avoid this pot of food if they smelled it.

He had already caught a cold and was still coughing.

Eating that will definitely upset your stomach.

Chen Yuan pulled out a chair and sat down at the long table.

Place the bowl of noodles in front of you.

I took out the bamboo chopsticks and arranged them neatly on the table.

"I have a good stomach and I'm not a picky eater."

He lifted his eyelids and glanced at her.

His gaze was so deep it could draw you in.

"You won't find another person in Jianghai City who gets to cook for the boss himself."

"It would be such a waste if it collapsed."

After saying that, he picked up a piece with his chopsticks.

Pick up a large piece of dough covered in charcoal.

Shen Wanzhou tried to reach out and grab the bowl.

Chen Yuan easily dodged her movement by tilting his wrist.

He put that undercooked and bitter dough directly into his mouth.

Shen Wanzhou froze in mid-air.

Her peach blossom eyes were fixed on his chewing movements.

My heart felt like it had been grabbed and was hanging in the highest part of my chest.

The burnt taste exploded in my mouth.

It was accompanied by an overwhelmingly salty taste from a large amount of undissolved salt.

The bitter juice spread along the tip of my tongue.

This taste is even more pungent than chewing raw bitter melon.

But Chen Yuan didn't even frown.

He swallowed the mouthful of noodles without changing his expression.

The chewing frequency didn't even stop for a moment.

It was as if he wasn't eating a piece of charcoal at that moment.

It's the finest caviar from Michelin-starred restaurants.

The second bite.

The third bite.

He ate with focused concentration and calmness.

His broad shoulders exude a reassuring strength.

Shen Wanzhou stood by the table, her hands tightly clasped together.

Watching him take one bite after another.

He ate all of that unpalatable food.

The soreness in my nasal cavity could no longer be suppressed.

Over the past six months.

Many people gossiped behind her back, calling her an incomprehensible madwoman.

Even her relatives avoided her because of her anorexia.

But this man in front of me...

He was willing to stand in the kitchen and cheer her up.

He was willing to sit on the carpet and keep her company all night during a thunderstorm.

just now.

To avoid making her feel frustrated.

They actually managed to swallow something that looked like poison.

He ingrained his favoritism to the core.

It is free from any self-interest or calculation.

"Stop eating..."

Shen Wanzhou's voice was filled with sobs.

Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment.

She stretched out her pale fingers to snatch the chopsticks.

My fingertips were cool from eagerness.

Chen Yuan used his free hand to firmly grasp her wrist.

He placed his fingertips on her rapidly beating pulse.

He pulled her to sit down on the chair next to him.

"I'll finish eating soon."

Only a little bit of dark, murky soup remained in the bowl.

Chen Yuan picked up the blue and white porcelain bowl.

Thin lips pressed against the rim of the bowl.

Under Shen Wanzhou's red-rimmed gaze.

He tilted his head back and drank the burnt-tasting soup in one gulp.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down once.

The porcelain bowl was empty.

Not a single drop of soup was left.

He pulled out a tissue and wiped his mouth.

He turned his head, his deep gaze falling on her tear-streaked face.

Those eyes held a tenderness and indulgence that could drown a person.

Chen Yuan swallowed the last mouthful of noodles, put down the porcelain bowl, and looked at her tenderly: "This is the most delicious bowl of noodles I've ever eaten in my life."