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

The slightly cool orange segments are filled with sweet juice.

He pressed against Shen Wanzhou's soft lips and obediently took them into her mouth.

Gently bite the flesh with your teeth.

The sweet and sour taste melts instantly in your mouth.

The faint smell of gunpowder that hadn't yet dissipated in the air was suppressed.

She sat on a large, soft, pure white round chaise lounge.

The edge of the parasol overhead swayed gently in the sea breeze.

Those peach blossom eyes, half of which were hidden by sunglasses.

We passed over the transparent glass railing of the cruise ship.

I glanced at the boiling sea a few hundred meters away, where charred planks and debris were still churning.

The deafening explosion just now.

If it were six months ago, or even a month ago...

She would be so scared that she would tremble all over and curl herself up into a ball.

They didn't even dare to look outside.

But now.

Her delicate, white hands rested on the armrest of the recliner.

Far from turning white from tension, his joints did not turn white.

There wasn't even the slightest tremor in his fingertips.

Because the man standing ramrod straight was blocking her view.

The broad shoulders concealed the bloodshed and violence.

It was perfectly positioned to block her from her designated safety boundaries.

He's there.

Even if this sea is blown up.

It was nothing more than a free special effects fireworks display to add to this honeymoon trip.

Shen Wanzhou swallowed the orange in her mouth.

His cheeks puffed out.

There was not a trace of fear on that fair and delicate face, as if she had survived a disaster.

Instead, a slightly coquettish and reproachful expression appeared behind her sunglasses.

"The scenery is nice."

She licked the little bit of sweet juice that clung to the corner of her mouth.

"The fireworks were set off at the worst possible time; they scared the fruit I just ate into indigestion."

She touched her flat stomach.

Her soft, sweet voice carried a hint of self-righteous coquetry.

"Chen Yuan, I'm hungry again."

For someone who once suffered from severe anorexia and relied on intravenous nutrition to stay alive.

The phrase "I'm hungry" is used.

This was more pleasing to Chen Yuan than any sweet words in the world.

A layer of unyielding indulgence and warmth instantly welled up in his deep black eyes.

A beautiful smile curved at the corners of her lips.

"Okay, what would you like to eat?"

Chen Yuan reached out his hand.

He gently stroked her jawline twice with his fingertips.

The rough, thin calluses brought on a shivering, slightly itchy sensation.

"I want to eat grilled... the kind that sizzles and drips with oil."

Shen Wanzhou tilted her head, like a cat plotting to get some dried fish.

Chen Yuan chuckled softly.

He turned his head and looked at the eagle that was walking over from the other end of the deck.

"Mr. Chen, the wreckage on the sea surface is sinking."

The eagle stopped two steps away and bowed slightly.

On that scarred face, a trace of awe remained from the devastating blow they had just suffered.

"Radar indicates that there are no other suspicious targets within a 30-nautical-mile radius."

"The Abyss submarine is on standby."

Chen Yuan nodded.

"Maintain a diving distance of 500 meters and continue escorting the ship."

"No surfacing without orders."

"yes!"

The eagle obeyed the order.

I was just about to turn around and give the order.

"etc."

Chen Yuan called out to him, his gaze sweeping across the corner of the deck.

Just now, when the submarine broke through the water...

The huge waves not only capsized the pirates' speedboat.

They also swept some things from the seabed directly onto the cruise ship's lower deck.

"Have those wild oysters that were rolled up in the net below cleaned and brought up."

Chen Yuan's tone was as calm as if he were ordering food at a market.

"Raise the charcoal grill in the outdoor barbecue area on the deck."

The eagle paused for a moment.

She glanced at the still-smoking sea in the distance, then looked at her husband, who was about to start flipping the wok.

His lips twitched involuntarily a couple of times.

Just a second ago, he was directing a nuclear submarine to slaughter pirates.

The next second he was wearing an apron and grilling oysters for his wife?

This seamless transition in art style made him, a mercenary who had spent half his life amidst gunfire, stand out.

Everyone felt a bit confused.

"Yes... I'll get on it right away."

Eagle wiped non-existent sweat from his forehead and quickly gave instructions to the security personnel below through his earpiece.

Ten minutes later.

The open-air barbecue area on the top deck of the cruise ship.

A professional black iron charcoal furnace was already glowing red-hot.

Pure smokeless fruitwood charcoal emits a stable and intensely hot temperature at the bottom.

Chen Yuan had already changed out of the casual jacket that had become stiff from the sea breeze.

She was only wearing a black cotton short-sleeved shirt.

His strong, powerful arms were exposed to the air.

The muscle lines undulate smoothly with each movement.

He stood in front of the kitchen counter.

He was holding a short blade specifically used for shucking oysters.

On the tray in front of me were six top-quality wild oysters, each about the size of a palm, with rough shells.

This is a top-quality item brought by deep-sea currents.

The meat is a hundred times thicker and sweeter than that of farmed animals.

"Click."

The short blade made a precise cut along the crevices of the oyster shell.

With a slight twist of his wrist.

The hard shell cracked open with a snap.

The oyster meat inside is crystal clear and plump, like white jade.

Clear seawater dripped down the edge.

It exudes the most primal freshness of the ocean.

Chen Yuan did not delegate the task to anyone else.

He personally arranged the six shucked oysters neatly on the scorching hot wire mesh.

Shila-

The seawater at the bottom of the oysters is exposed to high temperatures.

It instantly transformed into a fine layer of white water vapor, which rose upwards.

He turned around.

I picked up a white porcelain bowl containing a secret-recipe garlic sauce from the condiment station next to me.

He had sautéed the garlic in hot oil beforehand.

It contains a little soy sauce, chopped chili peppers, and a touch of lemon juice to remove any fishy smell.

Use a small silver spoon to scoop up a spoonful of golden garlic sauce.

Spread evenly over the plump flesh of each oyster.

As temperatures continue to rise.

The oysters began to boil inside.

The sweet and savory juice is mixed with a rich and assertive garlic aroma.

A wondrous chemical reaction is taking place in the air.

The smell was more like gunpowder than when the pirate speedboat exploded.

I don't know how many times better it smells.

Even Shen Wanzhou, who had been hiding on the recliner, couldn't resist coming closer, drawn by the scent.

She was wearing soft-soled sandals.

She walked silently to Chen Yuan's side.

With his hands behind his back, he peered curiously at the bubbling oysters on the charcoal stove.

"It smells so good..."

She swallowed hard, her peach blossom eyes sparkling.

My mouth was completely whetted by that smell.

Chen Yuan turned his head and looked at her greedy expression.

The soft light in her eyes was even more pronounced.

He picked up a special long-handled clip.

Pick up a perfectly grilled oyster.

The plump oyster meat shrinks slightly inside the shell, with an enticing layer of slightly charred edges.

The thick garlic sauce sizzled on top.

He didn't rush to hand it over.

Instead, he brought his lips close and gently blew on the hot air.

Until the temperature drops to a level that is just palatable.

Only then did he steadily hand the oyster to Shen Wanzhou.

Shen Wanzhou opened her mouth impatiently.

They didn't even use a spoon, just the edge of the oyster shell.

I took a small sip.

The plump oyster meat is mixed with the spiciness of minced garlic.

It explodes on the tip of your tongue.

The sweet juice slid down my throat and into my stomach.

That sense of satisfaction made her squint her eyes comfortably.

Her dimples sank deep into her cheeks.

"Be careful, it's hot."

Chen Yuan's low, husky voice rang in my ears.

It carries a gentleness that can drown you.

In this world filled with capitalist scheming and dark web killings.

All the patience and tenderness he had in his life were poured into this woman's stomach.

As the minced garlic sizzled on the charcoal fire, Chen Yuan held the grilled oyster to her lips: "I'll handle things outside, you just focus on eating your meal."