Era: You're asked to cook a home-style dish, but you cook Wellington.

Gao Yang and Su Wanqing entered a private room and slowly sat down.

The private room was filled with strong Japanese elements. Sitting on a straw mat, the table in front of you was not even knee-high, and there was a small stove on it.

There were still unburnt charcoal embers inside the stove.

"Are we going to make barbecue?"

Gao Yang was the first to react.

Sure enough, the next moment, a woman in a kimono knelt before the two of them, holding an iron plate, and respectfully placed the plate on the stove to light the charcoal.

The charcoal crackled and popped in the stove.

"Gentlemen, the charcoal fire will take a while to burn. Please enjoy our Japanese appetizers first. Lady Kawasaki Yuki will personally cook them for you later."

The woman was clearly professionally trained; her eyes crinkled as she spoke, with perfectly timed pauses, and every smile and gesture was incredibly alluring.

She casually bent over, turning half her body towards Gao Yang, and gave an exaggerated bow. Even her kimono couldn't hide her curves.

"Okay, you can go now."

Gao Yang wasn't buying it at all, and said coldly, not even sparing the woman a glance.

The woman paused, seemingly surprised that a man would refuse her. Her smiling face froze, and a look of resentment flashed across her eyes.

"Sir, is there anything I can do to help you?"

In an instant, a smile returned to the woman's face, and her movements became even more alluring. In front of Su Wanqing, she made a move to climb onto Gao Yang's body.

"No need, you can go now. We'll call you when we need you."

Gao Yang said in a deep voice, "Don't try these tricks on me, I don't like it."

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The woman's smile vanished completely. Her fingers clenched the hem of her kimono, her eyes filled with resentment, but she dared not utter another word.

Although she cursed the man inwardly for his lack of romance, she was ultimately wary of Kawasaki Yuki's methods and could only suppress her resentment.

She bowed again, stiffly retreated, and glared at Gao Yang as she closed the door.

The private room finally quieted down. The charcoal fire crackled softly in the stove, and the flames gradually rose, licking the iron plate at the bottom and slowly heating up.

Su Wanqing looked at Gao Yang, a hint of a smile flashing in her eyes, her tone slightly teasing.

"You're quite decisive, showing no mercy whatsoever. Don't you really want to enjoy these services from Japan?"

She hadn't said anything until now, because she wanted to see Gao Yang's attitude.

Seeing that he remained completely unmoved by these deliberate attempts at seduction, she felt inexplicably relieved.

Gao Yang looked up at her, his expression somewhat speechless. What did Su Wanqing mean by this? Did she really want him to get involved with this Japanese woman?

He reached out and picked up the appetizers on the table, glanced at them, and put them back. They were all Japanese pickles, which looked exquisite but were nothing special.

"I have no interest in that. I have such a beautiful woman sitting in front of me, why would I want such a small fry? It's a waste of time."

Gao Yang spoke calmly, his gaze sweeping over the Japanese-style decor that filled the private room.

The straw mats, ukiyo-e paintings, and low tables all exude a deliberately created sense of exoticism.

Kawasaki Yuki goes to all this trouble, with the membership system and all this pomp and circumstance, simply to create an air of mystery and highlight her so-called top-tier ingredients.

Su Wanqing nodded, her fingertips lightly tapping the edge of the low table, her expression becoming more serious.

"She dared to let us come over, so she must have made thorough preparations. What she's about to serve up is probably something special."

Both of them knew in their hearts that today's trip, ostensibly for a meal, was actually a trap. Kawasaki Yuki was clearly trying to show off in front of them, or even provoke them.

Not long after, the door to the private room was gently pushed open.

Kawasaki Yuki wore a deep red furisode kimono, her long hair was tied up, and her makeup was exquisite. She was less seductive and unrestrained than usual, and more dignified as a chef. However, the provocation and determination in her eyes could not be hidden.

She carried a solid wood food box in her hand, walked slowly to the two of them, knelt down on the straw mat, and gracefully opened the food box.

"Gao Yang, President Su, thank you for waiting."

Kawasaki Yuki looked up and her gaze fell on Gao Yang. She smiled, but her expression was full of superiority.

"Since I'm cooking myself, I'll naturally bring out the best ingredients so you can see what real high-end cuisine is all about."

As she spoke, she took out a plate of sliced ​​meat from the food box.

The meat slices have a delicate texture and a rosy color, with strands of milky white fat weaving through them like a fishing net, making them look incredibly expensive and far superior to ordinary pork and beef.

She gently placed the slices of meat on the heated iron plate, and instantly, the sizzling sound of grilling meat filled the air, and a rich aroma wafted over, whetting the appetite.

"Didn't Chef Gao say that ingredients have no inherent value?"

Kawasaki Yuki flipped the slices of meat over, a slight smirk playing on her lips, her tone laced with disdain.

"Then why don't you try it and see how this meat is so different from the ordinary ingredients on your Su family's island?"

Gao Yang frowned slightly as he looked at the slices of meat on the hot plate. The aroma lingering around his nose made his heart sink instantly.

As an absolutely luxurious project, Su Family Island naturally wouldn't use inferior ingredients, but compared to this, there's still a gap.

The slices of meat were grilled on the hot plate, gradually turning from red to brown. The rich aroma of oil wafted out, filling the nostrils of the two people, like an invisible giant hand gripping them tightly.

Gao Yang took a deep breath. The smell at the tip of his nose, a mixture of exotic fragrance and oil, with a faint fishy odor, made a thought flash through his mind.

This is wild venison, and it is very likely from a wild sika deer, which is a first-class protected animal.

This tastes so unique; the meat of ordinary farmed herbivores is tough and dry.

Only wild deer, when roasted at high temperatures, can release this wild and rich aroma in their fat, which also carries a unique sweetness.

Seeing his solemn expression, Kawasaki Yuki assumed he was intimidated by the top-quality ingredients. Her smile widened, and she skillfully flipped the slices of meat on the hot plate with her tongs, the sizzling sound like her victory horn.

"How about it, Gao Yang? Don't you suddenly find the ingredients from Su Family Island less appealing?"

She paused deliberately, her tone light and boastful.

"This is a wild red deer from the deep mountains that I specially brought from overseas. The meat is tender and nutritious, and it is much better than your farmed beef and pork."

The so-called "no ingredient is inherently superior or inferior" is just an excuse for not being able to find good ingredients.

Kawasaki Yuki put down the clip, crossed her arms, and looked down at the two of them.

"Today I'll let you have a taste of something new, so you can understand what truly top-notch cuisine is."

Su Wanqing also sensed that something was wrong.

The aroma was so tempting that she instinctively resisted it.

She looked at Gao Yang, her eyes questioning.

Gao Yang didn't speak, but just looked down at the sizzling meat slices on the hot plate, his expression as cold as ice.

"Ms. Kawasaki, aren't you afraid of getting burned?"