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

His deep voice filled the quiet study.

It carries a tenderness that can melt steel.

In the cradle, two tiny little dumplings dressed in onesies seemed to understand what she was saying.

Four chubby little hands waved happily in mid-air.

It made clear, childlike sounds like "ee-ee-ya-ya".

Time flies like an arrow; in the blink of an eye...

These two little ones, who used to just lie in their cradles blowing bubbles, are now six months old.

They've reached the age where they should start eating complementary foods.

The kitchen on the first floor of Cloud Top Manor once again became Chen Yuan's main battlefield.

This time, however, his client was a picky female tycoon.

They turned into two hungry "little devils".

Early winter sunlight streamed through the French-style floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the marble countertop.

Chen Yuan was wearing that pure white cotton T-shirt.

She wore a black apron around her waist, with the sleeves rolled up to her forearms.

He stood in front of the chopping board.

He held in his hand the legendary weapon that was once revered by the entire Asian culinary world – the "Dragon Scale".

On the cutting board.

On the table is a piece of premium deep-sea silver cod fillet that was just air-freighted from Norway that morning.

This type of cod only lives in cold, pristine deep-sea waters.

With its delicate, snow-white flesh and rich in DHA and protein, it is an excellent choice for making baby food.

There's a price to be paid but no market supply; everything is delivered directly to the estate via Xingchen Venture Capital's exclusive cold chain logistics.

Chen Yuan pressed down on the fish piece with his large, well-defined hands.

Slightly press your wrist down.

The black meteorite iron blade flashed a cold, eerie blue light in the sunlight.

There was no hindrance whatsoever.

The blade cuts smoothly into the fish meat along its muscle fibers.

The movements were so precise, like a surgical operation.

The skin and bones of the silver cod were perfectly removed.

Only the fattest and most tender fish meat remains.

Chen Yuan did not use a food processor to grind it.

The high-speed rotation of the mechanical blades can damage the fibers and cell activity of the fish meat.

He flipped his wrist quickly.

The dragon scale knife made a series of soft, rhythmic tapping sounds on the cutting board.

The afterimages merged into one.

In less than a minute, the piece of fish was hand-chopped into a smooth and delicate fish paste.

He cut half of an organic cherry tomato, removing the skin and seeds.

Chop the fruit into a fine puree to neutralize the slight fishy smell of the seafood and add a natural sweet and sour flavor.

The purple clay stew pot is placed on the gas stove.

Bring warm purified water to a boil, then add the fish paste and tomato paste to the pot in that order.

Not a single grain of salt was added, nor any other seasonings.

It relies purely on the top quality of the ingredients themselves and the god-like control of the cooking time.

Simmer over low heat.

Gumbling.

The thick, white fish paste churned in the pot, releasing tiny bubbles.

A pure, sweet, and slightly briny aroma of protein with a hint of the ocean.

It has a slightly sour, fruity aroma mixed with tomatoes.

Like an invisible little hand, it forcefully slipped through the glass door of the kitchen.

Following the air in the lobby, it drifted all the way to the restaurant.

In the restaurant.

Two custom-made solid wood high chairs for babies are placed side by side.

Chen Nian Shen and Chen Mu Zhou are two six-month-old babies.

He was securely fastened to the chair by the seatbelt.

Both of them wore waterproof cotton bibs with cartoon patterns around their necks.

He was idly chewing on his silicone teething stick.

Sudden.

The enticing aroma of fish paste wafted over.

The two little ones stopped moving in unison.

Their round eyes lit up at the same time, and their small nostrils twitched rapidly twice.

pat.

The teething stick in Chen Nianshen's hand fell onto the plate.

He opened his toothless mouth, and saliva stretched out in a glistening thread from the corner of his mouth.

Two chubby little hands frantically patted the edge of the high chair.

"Ah! Ahh!"

The little legs kicked anxiously in mid-air, and the body kept leaning forward.

It was as if they were urging the chefs in the kitchen to hurry up.

Her younger sister, Chen Muzhou, was not to be outdone.

She perfectly inherited Shen Wanzhou's pair of captivating, watery peach blossom eyes.

She was staring at the kitchen, her little mouth pouting.

It let out a series of aggrieved and anxious whimpers.

It looks just like a starving kitten.

Shen Wanzhou sat at the dining table.

She was wearing a beige, casual loungewear set, her long hair loosely tied back.

She looked at the two "little hungry wolves" who were so anxious they were about to fall off their chairs.

She couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle softly.

"The genetic inheritance is so perfect, there's not even the slightest gap between them."

She muttered to herself.

These two little guys are basically miniature "foodies".

The aroma of Chen Yuan's cooking is more sensitive than radar.

There's absolutely no need to coax them to eat; they practically want to swallow the bowl whole.

Click.

The glass door to the kitchen was pushed open.

Chen Yuan was holding a two-compartment insulated baby food bowl.

He strode out with his long legs.

In the bowl, the pale pink tomato and cod puree exudes a warm aroma.

The two little ones immediately noticed the bowl in Chen Yuan's hand.

I was so excited that it felt like a spring had been pressed in my chair.

"Eeya! Eeya!"

The chubby little hand almost grabbed Chen Yuan's apron.

A gentle smile curved Chen Yuan's lips.

Pull out a chair and sit between the two babies.

Pick up a soft silicone spoon and scoop up a small mouthful of fish paste.

I gently blew on it to test the temperature.

Open your mouth.

A deep, gentle voice rang out.

Chen Nianshen had already opened her mouth wide, like a fledgling bird eagerly waiting to be fed.

Fish paste entrance.

The little guy didn't even have time to take two sips before he swallowed it.

Then he squinted his eyes contentedly, clapping his little hands happily.

Chen Yuan turned his head and fed his sister a bite as well.

Chen Muzhou ate more politely, but the desire in his eyes was just as strong.

Shen Wanzhou rested her chin on one hand.

I sat to the side, watching this heartwarming scene of the father and his two sons.

The sweet, fresh aroma in the air kept wafting into her nostrils.

Her throat bobbed uncontrollably.

I swallowed a big mouthful of sweet saliva.

My stomach was whetted by this bowl of baby food.

This smells amazing!

She usually eats a lot of high-end seafood, but this bowl of fish paste looks rather bland.

It exudes an irresistible magic.

"Is it really that delicious...?"

Shen Wanzhou moved closer.

Those beautiful peach blossom eyes were staring intently at the insulated bowl.

It's just like a child who's eyeing other people's snacks.

Chen Yuan is feeding his son his third bite.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted the restless "big glutton" next to me.

A smile instantly spread across his eyes.

He didn't speak, but simply slowed down his movements.

Shen Wanzhou bit her lower lip, taking advantage of the moment when Chen Yuan turned his head to wipe his daughter's drool.

She stretched out her small, fair hand.

He quickly grabbed another spare spoon from the table.

Like a thief.

I secretly scooped a small spoonful of tomato and cod puree from the bottom edge of the bowl.

He quickly stuffed it into his mouth.

The moment the fish paste touches your mouth.

The exquisite freshness of the cod and the slight acidity of the tomato blend perfectly on the tip of the tongue.

Its smooth and delicate texture transforms directly into a warm current that slides into the stomach.

It has no added seasonings, yet it's so fresh that you'd want to swallow your tongue.

Shen Wanzhou's eyes widened instantly.

good to eat!

It was a hundred times better than any seafood she had ever eaten at those Michelin three-star restaurants!

She couldn't help but smack her lips twice.

Holding the spoon, he wanted to secretly scoop out another spoonful.

result.

My wrist had only extended halfway when it was firmly pressed down by a large, well-defined hand.

Chen Yuan turned his head.

His deep black eyes held a hint of mockery and indulgence as he looked at her face, which flushed red instantly after being caught sneaking food.

"Well……"

Shen Wanzhou guiltily withdrew her hand, her eyelashes trembling wildly.

Like a thief caught red-handed cheating.

Chen Nianshen, who hadn't received her next bite of complementary food, was unhappy.

The chubby little boy slapped his plate and protested with "ah ah" sounds at his mother who was trying to take his food away.

Helplessly, Chen Yuan took a tissue and wiped the fish paste from the corner of Shen Wanzhou's mouth: "How old are you? Still fighting with your son for food. There's still your portion of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall in the kitchen."