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

The salty sea breeze carried these words, slamming them heavily against every inch of the gold- and silver-inlaid walls of the banquet hall.

On a huge cruise ship in international waters.

Those tycoon bosses who usually wield immense power in Jianghai City.

They stood frozen in place, like puppets whose pause button had been pressed.

Even their breathing was deliberately kept extremely low, for fear that the cold, harsh tone at the end would tear their eardrums.

Just a few days after the cruise ship incident.

The miracle of Chen Yuan carving peonies blindly in an open kitchen.

And the image of him forcing a Michelin three-star chef to kneel and cry.

It's like it has grown wings.

It not only swept through the entire circle of China's top wealthy individuals.

Even in overseas elite circles, it has stirred up an unquenchable frenzy.

Genting Manor.

The early summer sun was quite harsh, shining on the manor's neatly trimmed lawn.

The air was filled with a faint scent of Podocarpus macrophyllus.

Chen Yuan was wearing a white cotton T-shirt with the cuffs casually rolled up.

She wore that familiar black apron around her waist.

He was standing in front of the outdoor stove under the garden's parasol.

The ice cubes clinked together in the glass bowl, making a crisp, tinkling sound.

The pot was simmering with amber-colored sweet and sour sauce, bubbling and thickening.

The sweet and sour aroma of meat, swept up by the heat, forcefully dispelled the stuffiness in the air.

This is a new flavor that Shen Wanzhou has recently become obsessed with: chilled sweet and sour pork ribs.

The outer skin is crisp and icy, while the inside is piping hot and soft.

It tests the control of heat and temperature difference.

Just as the last handful of white sesame seeds were sprinkled on.

Rumble.

Suddenly, a series of synchronized heavy engine roars echoed from outside the manor's black and gold iron gates.

The sound was so loud that even the fallen leaves on the garden pavers trembled.

Uncle Fu wiped the fine sweat from his forehead and jogged over.

The hem of the tuxedo fluttered back and forth with each step.

"Mr. Chen, a convoy of vehicles has arrived outside, all with diplomatic license plates."

"The leader said... that she was a royal princess from Dubai."

Uncle Fu swallowed hard, his voice tinged with a hint of panic, as if he had never seen anything like this before.

"I absolutely must see you; I can't get rid of you no matter what I do."

Chen Yuan turned off the fire in the stove.

Use long bamboo chopsticks to place the syrup-coated ribs into a glass bowl filled with ice.

A sharp, ripping sound.

White smoke rose, and the sugar shell solidified instantly.

He didn't even turn his head.

"If you don't see him, just say the cook has gone home."

His deep voice was completely flat, as if the Middle Eastern princess was less important than a piece of pork rib in the pot.

The voice just fell.

"I don't believe it! I can smell the fragrance!"

A female voice with a heavy foreign accent, yet exceptionally clear and crisp.

It penetrated through the layers of greenery in the manor.

A girl dressed in gorgeous exotic clothing was like a colorful tornado.

He easily shook off the dozen or so black-clad bodyguards who were following behind him.

Wearing sandals studded with rhinestones, she scurried into the back garden.

The girl looked to be in her early twenties.

Deep-set eyes, a high nose bridge, and healthy wheat-colored skin.

She wore a necklace of emeralds the size of pigeon eggs around her neck.

It reflects a dazzling light under the sunlight.

This was the little princess who, upon hearing of Chen Yuan's reputation, flew directly from Dubai in her private jet.

Aisha.

She's a well-known super foodie.

In search of the finest cuisine, he has eaten at almost every Michelin-starred restaurant and secret private chef in the world.

When he heard his subordinates report that China had produced an Eastern culinary master who could make foreign chefs kneel down in admiration.

She packed her bags overnight and flew over.

Aisha rushed to the outdoor stove.

His steps suddenly stopped.

Those deep blue eyes were fixed on the spare ribs in the glass bowl, which were still emitting wisps of cold air.

The sweet and sour aroma of the sauce blends with the refreshing coolness of the ice cubes.

It felt like a tangible claw, frantically scratching at the walls of her stomach.

She swallowed hard, making a clear gurgling sound in her throat.

They even threw away their usual royal decorum and etiquette.

They didn't care whether Chen Yuan agreed or not.

Aisha simply extended two fingers adorned with pigeon blood ruby ​​rings.

He quickly and decisively picked up a piece of pork rib from the ice bowl.

Ignoring the fact that it was still a little hot, I stuffed it directly into my mouth.

The moment the teeth bite together.

The outer sugar shell, rapidly cooled by the ice, made a crisp "crack" sound.

Next, the piping hot, tender pork ribs broth will be released inside.

It exploded violently in the mouth.

Sour, sweet, icy, hot.

Four distinct textures intertwine perfectly on the tongue, creating a devastating flavor storm.

Aisha's pupils suddenly dilated.

His deep blue eyes blazed with a fanatical light, as if he had witnessed a miracle.

She wouldn't even spit out the bones, holding them in her mouth and desperately sucking up the remaining sauce.

The expression on his face changed from surprise to utter despair.

"This is so delicious! My God, was everything I ate before just horse grass?!"

She exclaimed loudly in accented Chinese.

A pair of eyes glowed green as they stared intently at Chen Yuan, who was standing behind the stove.

The man in front of me was wearing a simple black apron.

He was tall and imposing, and his aloof profile gave off an unapproachable aura in the sunlight.

But in the eyes of this foodie princess...

This isn't a chef; it's practically a glittering mobile vault.

I'll still make the kind of delicious meat and bone soup!

She threw away the bone in her hand and hastily wiped the syrup from the corner of her mouth with her silk sleeve.

They completely ignored the coldness emanating from Chen Yuan that rejected strangers.

Like a koala that has spotted its prey.

He lunged forward in one swift step.

She clung tightly to Chen Yuan's arm, which was still holding the spatula.

The priceless jewels on his chest jingled against Chen Yuan's apron.

It produced a series of crisp sounds.

Chen Yuan frowned, instinctively trying to pull his arm back.

But this princess, who had practiced horseback riding since childhood, was surprisingly strong and clung to him tightly.

The little princess, wearing a priceless jeweled necklace, clung tightly to Chen Yuan's arm, shouting, "This tastes amazing! Handsome, I'm taking you and the pot back to Dubai!"