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Chapter 521 Two People's Per Se (Part 1)

Han Yi did not break his promise of being "the first of many".

Over the next hour, he delivered a considerable amount of value from the vague concept of "many." Madison responded with equal enthusiasm, and the two were evenly matched, making it difficult to determine a winner.

They were like a couple who had just won the Powerball jackpot, leaping from abject poverty to immense wealth, and with an almost vengeful desire for extravagance, insatiably demanding and consuming the sudden sweetness between each other's lips.

If it weren't for the fact that they would soon be tasting the food in front of everyone, and that their swollen lips would be too conspicuous, and if they couldn't find a reasonable excuse, this sweet indulgence would probably have been even more intense and unrestrained.

In the end, Han Yi had to change out of his already crumpled suit jacket and take out a linen one from his suitcase, trying to use the casual feel of the fabric to lighten the mood of the previous intimacy. Madison, on the other hand, hid in the master bathroom and spent nearly half an hour meticulously retouching her makeup, almost completely remodeling it, before subtly concealing the overly sweet and obvious traces of her previous look under a flawless foundation and a fresh lip gloss.

At 7:27, the two met again at the intersection of the master bedroom and the viewing room, exchanged a knowing look, and then walked side by side through the corridor into the brightly lit salon.

Per Se's service team had meticulously arranged the area to the left of the salon. Instead of using the modern rectangular glass dining table in the apartment, they specially transported a round table from the restaurant headquarters, just two blocks away, covered with a dark brown lambskin protective mat and an off-white fine fabric tablecloth, striving to recreate the elegant environment and exclusive atmosphere of that Michelin three-star restaurant.

Of course, the reason for using the word "extremely" is not because the dining experience in the apartment was lacking.

Quite the opposite——

The moment Madison stepped into the salon, her gaze was immediately and completely captivated by the magnificent painting outside the window.

Before you, outside the glass curtain wall that cascades from the ceiling to the ground, Central Park lies in its most magnificent form under the twilight.

The last warm golden rays of the day lingered, gently illuminating the jagged horizon in the distance, while the deep blue night had quietly spread from the Upper East Side and the Bronx, like an overturned ink bottle, quickly staining the entire sky.

The park's dense canopy transformed into a deep, undulating sea of ​​dark green, with winding paths illuminated by streetlights, stringing together soft, beaded chains. As dusk settled over the grid-like streets of the East and West districts, countless lights twinkled, gradually converging into a vast, boundless starry sky.

Looking down from the 79th floor, the bustling cityscape seems both within reach and as distant as a dream. The molten gold of the setting sun and the starry sky of the rising night collide and merge intensely at this moment, painting the New York sky and earth into a vibrant and luxurious canvas.

This unique experience of having the most dazzling core scenery of the world's capital city beneath your feet, as if floating in a cloud temple on Mount Olympus, calmly overlooking the pinnacle of human civilization, is a breathtaking experience that no Michelin three-star restaurant in the world can replicate.

“My God…”

Madison gasped softly involuntarily, then walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, touching the glass curtain with her fingertips. Her eyes were dazzled by the spectacular neon lights outside.

"This is simply...unreal."

"Mr. Han, please allow me to introduce the chef who will be preparing dinner for you two tonight—Chad Palage."

Leading a man in a white chef's uniform, Corey McIntosh approached Han Yi and Madison, bowed slightly, and spoke in a gentle and polite tone.

"Mr. Paragi is currently the sous chef at Per Se and is a graduate of the prestigious Napa Valley Culinary School in St. Helena, California."

“Oh, Napa Valley.” Han Yi had never heard of St. Helena or the culinary school, so he used the only familiar word in the sentence, “Napa Valley,” to expand on the topic and start the conversation. “So you used to work at The French Laundry?”

"I'm sorry, no, Mr. Han."

Chad Palage has a thick beard, a head of lush black hair styled with a lot of hair gel and combed back, and is about five feet nine inches tall. He has a round head and a short chin, and looks like a typical Italian.

“I was born in Napa Valley, and my father also worked in restaurant management, so working at Mr. Keller’s The French Laundry was always my goal. But when I first graduated, I wasn’t qualified to work at a Michelin three-star restaurant, so I worked at other restaurants in Napa and San Francisco for a few years before finally being noticed by Mr. Keller in 2012 and coming to the East Coast to become a commiser at Per Se.”

The "commis" that Paraji mentioned is French. In fact, most of the terminology in modern Western cuisine originates from French. Commis Chefs, or junior chefs, are the first step towards becoming top chefs. They learn and hone their skills under the guidance of the head chef, preparing them to eventually manage the entire kitchen.

"To be promoted from commis to sous-chef in just four years, it seems Mr. Paraji must be exceptionally talented in kitchen management and culinary skills." As a food connoisseur, Han Yi was quite familiar with these terms.

“I sincerely hope so,” Chad-Paraj said, placing his right hand on his chest. “And I hope that after you’ve finished this dinner, you’ll still think it’s the right conclusion.”

"I believe I will."

After a few pleasantries, Chad Palage returned to the kitchen, which connected to the breakfast room, and officially began his cooking for the day. Han Yi and Madison, on the other hand, sat at the southwest and southeast corners of the table, respectively, enjoying a 45-degree angle to the magnificent view of Central Park.

"Good evening, Mr. Han and Ms. Bill."

As soon as they sat down, a white woman with a neat, high ponytail and wearing a black three-piece suit walked between the two and smiled and nodded to the diners on either side of the table.

“My name is Sandra Poulsen, and I will be your head waitress tonight. On behalf of all the staff and team members at Per Se, I would like to thank you for choosing us to participate in your extraordinary dinner program.”

“It’s an honor,” Han Yi replied with a polite smile to the head waiter, whose German accent was quite pronounced.

"Before we begin our meal, may I offer you both some water? Pure water, or sparkling water?"

"McGrady?"

"I just need purified water."

"Me too."

After receiving his female companion's answer, Han Yi nodded to Sandra.

"Very good, please allow me to leave the table for a moment, I will be right back."

Sandra raised her index finger, responded cheerfully, and then walked towards the makeshift service counter in the breakfast room.

After glancing at Sandra's retreating figure and exchanging a glance with Corey, who was standing a little further away in the salon, keeping an eye on the situation, Han Yi unfolded the napkin folded on the bread plate to his left, habitually dusted off non-existent dust, placed it on his lap, and began a casual conversation with Madison.

"Mads."

"Yes?"

Madison, who was holding up her phone to take pictures of the beautiful scenery outside the window, turned her head and looked at him with a questioning gaze.

"I didn't actually want to ask."

Han Yi shrugged and smiled at her.

"But if I don't ask, it feels a bit disrespectful to you."

"so……"

"You mentioned there's an important development on Stephen's side that you want to tell me... what is it?"

(End of this chapter)