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

The gleaming sterling silver cutlery shone coldly under the banquet hall lights.

The business owners around them, each holding a glass of red wine, slowed down their conversations.

All eyes were fixed on the plate of blue, cold meat in front of Shen Wanzhou.

Wait and see how this richest woman in Jianghai City makes a fool of herself.

Shen Wanzhou dug several deep white marks into her palm with her fingernails.

My back was pressed against the chair back, and a thin layer of sweat seeped out.

Just as she steeled herself and prepared to pick up the knife and fork.

A large, well-defined hand reached out from behind.

It was placed directly on the edge of the so-called "bluefin cold roast".

"Using a poorly made, half-finished product to make things difficult for people."

Chen Yuan's voice rang out in the quiet banquet hall.

Low and cold.

He exuded an air of composure that made everyone present feel inferior.

"Boss Liu's Michelin three-star rating is probably a fake list that he bought with money."

These words caused an uproar in the room.

The fat on Liu Furong's face trembled violently.

He slammed the knife and fork he was holding onto the table.

"Who do you think you are! A mere assistant following behind, daring to spout nonsense?"

Standing behind Liu Furong was a blond, blue-eyed French chef.

He wore a conspicuous Michelin three-star chef badge on his chest.

Upon hearing Chen Yuan's words, the arrogant Frenchman blushed instantly.

He pointed at Chen Yuan and roared angrily in broken Chinese.

"This is an insult to me! The handling of the fascia in this dish requires top-notch knife skills!"

"You're a complete novice who knows nothing about cooking, what right do you have to judge my work!"

Chen Yuan didn't even glance at the furious Frenchman.

Long, slender fingers touched the edge of the plate.

"Although the belly meat of bluefin tuna is delicious, the accompanying cold-blooded fascia is not cleaned properly."

"It will not only retain a strong fishy smell, but also destroy the original tenderness of the meat."

"You can't even do the most basic tendon and membrane removal, yet you dare to flaunt your ancient methods?"

Every word Chen Yuan uttered struck at the very core weakness of culinary skills.

A flicker of panic crossed the French chef's eyes.

This dish is indeed difficult to make; he spent three hours trying to remove that translucent membrane but still couldn't completely remove it.

The only way to mask the fishy smell is with a thick, greenish-brown sauce.

He insisted that Chen Yuan was an amateur, and shouted defiantly.

"What do you know! That thickness of fascia is impossible to remove without damaging the fish meat!"

"If you're so capable, you do it!"

Chen Yuan scoffed coldly.

My gaze swept over the completely transparent open kitchen on one side of the cruise ship.

"Bring me a knife."

He did not take off his bespoke suit jacket.

He simply rolled up his sleeves casually, revealing his strong and powerful forearms.

Shen Wanzhou sat in the chair, looking up at the man beside her.

The awkwardness and panic in Tao Hua's eyes had long since vanished.

All that remained was adoration and undisguised light.

She knew that as long as this man stood in the kitchen...

There is no situation in this world that he cannot resolve.

Several waiters quickly brought over a complete set of professional Western chef's knives.

The French chef stood across the cutting board with his arms crossed.

Just wait and see this arrogant Chinese man make a fool of himself by cutting the fish.

Chen Yuan did not take those exaggeratedly designed boning knives.

His gaze fell on a common white radish used as a side dish next to the cutting board.

With a flick of the finger.

An ordinary dinner knife with an extremely narrow blade, only the width of a finger, fell into my hand.

The blade flashed a cold, sharp light under the lamplight.

"Open your eyes and look carefully."

Chen Yuan pressed down on the white radish with his left hand.

Hold the knife in your right hand.

There were no extra preparatory movements.

A sudden burst of force from the wrist.

The blade made a soft, thumping sound as it cut into the radish.

It was so fast that even the afterimage was not visible.

Those around could only hear a rapid, rain-like sound of blades scraping against each other.

Chen Yuan didn't even look down at the cutting board.

His gaze casually fell on the dark sea outside the banquet hall.

Blind cut.

This kind of divine skill only exists in martial arts novels.

It was laid bare before the eyes of these financial tycoons.

The French chef's sneer froze.

He involuntarily took two steps forward, his eyes wide as saucers.

Chen Yuan kept his wrist steady as he flipped and sliced ​​the radish from the inside.

In less than a minute.

He paused his wrist, and lightly flicked the tip of the knife.

That white radish that was originally cylindrical.

It unfolds in mid-air.

The moment it landed on the cutting board.

Everyone gasped in shock.

That's not a radish.

Instead, it is a lifelike white peony!

Each petal is as thin as a cicada's wing.

You can even see the wood grain on the cutting board clearly through the petals.

Layer upon layer, interwoven and connected, without a single superfluous broken thread.

The banquet hall was deathly silent.

Even the sound of the sea breeze blowing across the deck could be heard clearly.

The French chef's legs went weak, and he knelt down in front of the cutting board with a thud.

He disregarded his image and pulled a miniature magnifying glass from his pocket.

It was placed on that white radish peony.

The thickness of the petals is accurate to less than a millimeter.

Moreover, the cut is as smooth as a mirror, without any roughness left by the blade's movement.

This is the ultimate control over muscles and blades.

Let alone removing the fish meat's tendons and membranes.

Even if you cut meat on a balloon, you won't break the skin at all.

His pride and faith were embodied in this carved radish.

It was crushed to pieces.

Liu Furong's mouth was agape, and the fat on his face trembled violently.

He couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

Shen Wanzhou sat in the chair, unable to suppress the upward curve of her lips.

He clapped his hands gently under the table.

Her man is just that amazing.

Those CEOs who were just waiting to see the joke were now wiping cold sweat from their foreheads.

This is hardly a special assistant.

Which reclusive, national treasure-level master has come on an incognito visit?

The French chef held the white radish carving in both hands.

Her eyes were red and swollen, and tears fell directly onto the cutting board.

The Michelin-starred chef, holding the carved radish, wept as if it were a sacred object: "My God, this isn't just culinary skill, it's Eastern magic!"