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

The hot air slowly rises due to the suction of the exhaust fan.

It took away the last trace of sticky, oily smell from the kitchen.

Shen Wanzhou felt weak all over from those words.

The fingers that were originally wrapped around the man's waist.

Unconsciously, she gripped the apron tie behind his waist.

The fair finger bones turned a thin layer of blue from the force applied.

Her cheeks were as red as ripe cherries, the redness spreading all the way to her ears.

She could even clearly feel her heartbeat through the thin fabric.

It perfectly overlapped with the vibration in Chen Yuan's chest.

This feeling of being completely favored and indulged.

It's even more addictive than that pot of sweet and sour pork with its overpowering sweet and sour flavor.

The late-night snack was eaten cleanly.

Even the last bit of thick sauce was skimmed off by Shen Wanzhou with a small spoon until there was no soup left.

The next morning.

Sunlight filters through the branches and leaves of the century-old camphor tree in the courtyard.

Dappled light and shadow were cast on the carpet.

The early summer breeze, carrying a faint fragrance of grass and trees, dispelled the stuffiness indoors.

In the living room on the second floor.

A striking, cold white coat shattered the manor's original warm and inviting color scheme.

Su Qingqing sat on a genuine leather armchair.

A pair of gold-rimmed glasses sat on the bridge of his nose.

He was holding several medical examination reports that had just been printed from a portable medical device.

The paper made a soft, rustling sound at her fingertips.

Her eyes, which were usually calm and restrained.

He was staring intently at several key data points on the report.

His pupils contracted and dilated violently, and even his breathing became rapid.

"This...how is this possible?"

Su Qingqing pushed up her slipping glasses, her voice cracking with shock.

Sitting opposite her, Shen Wanzhou was holding a cup of warm honey water.

He sipped it slowly.

Hearing Su Qingqing's changed tone, she stopped what she was doing and blinked her peach blossom eyes in confusion.

"Dr. Su, is there something wrong with my health?"

"A problem? This is practically a miracle in medical history!"

Su Qingqing suddenly stood up, nearly tearing the report in her hand.

She strode up to Shen Wanzhou.

His finger tapped the lines of soaring indicators.

"Your severe anorexia nervosa over the past six months has not only caused severe atrophy of the gastric mucosa."

"Even internal organs showed signs of irreversible failure."

"I've reviewed all the top gastroenterology literature worldwide, and this kind of damage requires several years of liquid diet to slowly recover!"

Su Qingqing swallowed hard, staring intently at Shen Wanzhou's rosy cheeks.

"But now!"

"Your gastric mucosal cells have not only completely healed."

"Even my metabolic activity has regressed to its peak state at eighteen!"

"This completely defies the basic principles of human cell biology!"

"What kind of magic potion have you been taking lately?"

Shen Wanzhou felt a little uneasy under her gaze, which was as if she were looking at an alien.

She shrank into the corner of the sofa.

The image of Chen Yuan flipping the wok in the kitchen every day subconsciously popped into my mind.

Those thick, white broths, those dishes with unknown medicinal herbs added.

"It's just... normal home-cooked food."

Shen Wanzhou pursed her lips, her voice soft and gentle, with an undisguised protectiveness.

"My husband's cooking is especially delicious."

She called him "husband" so naturally that she didn't even realize the boastfulness in her tone.

Su Qingqing's lips twitched twice.

Home-style dishes?

Who can make cell-regenerating food from everyday dishes? This must have come from Lao Tzu's alchemy furnace!

He is a once-in-a-century genius and madman in the medical field.

Only one thought remained in Su Qingqing's mind.

The man who cooks downstairs every day must possess some kind of medicinal diet recipe that could revolutionize modern medicine.

If only we could dissect this secret recipe...

A chilling white light flashed across Su Qingqing's glasses.

She hastily packed up the medical equipment without even saying goodbye to Shen Wanzhou.

Carrying a medical kit, she rushed out of the living room like a whirlwind.

In the open kitchen on the first floor.

The water from the tap gently rinsed a few fresh perilla leaves.

Chen Yuan was wearing a simple, plain black cotton T-shirt.

The cuffs were rolled up to the elbows.

Long, slender fingers were holding a sharp chef's knife.

On the cutting board, there is a piece of top-quality black pork belly.

With the rhythmic rise and fall of the blade, the meat is sliced ​​into uniformly thin pieces.

Thump, thump, thump.

The sound of chopping vegetables was steady and rhythmic.

There wasn't a single extraneous noise.

Sudden.

The frosted glass door to the kitchen was violently pushed open from the outside.

Su Qingqing, wearing a white lab coat, strode in.

She slammed the first-aid kit onto the kitchen counter with a dull thud.

Chen Yuan didn't pause for even half a second while cutting the meat.

He didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Kitchen is a restricted area; unauthorized personnel are not permitted entry."

His deep, cold voice carried an undeniable sense of pressure.

Normally, Su Qingqing would have been scared away by this aura.

But now, the mad scientist's desire to explore has completely overwhelmed his reason.

She braced her hands on the marble countertop opposite the cutting board.

Lean forward.

Those eyes, magnified by the gold-rimmed glasses, stared intently at Chen Yuan.

There was not a trace of sizing between men and women in his eyes.

There is only one kind of fervor and covetousness towards these rare laboratory mice.

"Mr. Chen, I have seen Miss's medical examination report."

Su Qingqing's breathing was somewhat heavy.

"What exactly did you add to those medicinal meals?"

"Is it some kind of undiscovered alpine fungus? Or a rare mineral from the deep sea?"

"Do you know how many patients suffering from gastrointestinal failure could be saved if this formula were extracted!"

Chen Yuan finally stopped wielding his knife.

The blade made a crisp sound as it struck the cutting board.

He grabbed a dry towel from the side and slowly wiped the water stains off his finger bones.

His deep black eyes swept coldly over Su Qingqing's face, which was flushed with excitement.

"No comment."

Four words: crisp and concise.

It felt like a bucket of ice water had been poured over my head.

This completely severed any possibility of communication.

Su Qingqing became anxious.

She abruptly pulled open the clasp of the first-aid kit.

A sterile blood collection needle with a transparent tube was pulled out from inside.

The sound of her tearing open the plastic packaging was particularly jarring in the quiet kitchen.

She bypassed the kitchen counter and approached Chen Yuan directly.

Her steps were hurried, and the hem of her white coat fluttered with her movements.

How could she easily give up such a secret that could change the history of human medicine?

Since they won't reveal the recipe.

The man who cooked must have residual metabolites of those special medicinal herbs in his blood!

Holding a sterile blood-drawing needle, Su Qingqing's eyes burned with a fanatical intensity, like a psychopath: "Mr. Chen, just one vial of blood, and I guarantee I can unlock the secrets of your culinary arts that defy medical logic!"