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

This was a deeply devout exclamation.

Wander through the Michelin three-star kitchen on the Champs-Élysées in Paris.

The roar of the exhaust fan cut it into faint, fragmented echoes.

Chen Yuan ignored the admiring gazes of the group of foreigners.

He took off his black apron and casually draped it over the back of the chair.

He wrapped one arm around Shen Wanzhou's slender waist.

Like brushing dust off his sleeves, he left this farcical, utterly devastating situation with his wife.

Time is like the white waves pushed by a cruise ship on the sea.

In the blink of an eye, the scene shifts to Italy, a country brimming with Mediterranean charm.

Naples, a bustling street paved with ancient cobblestones.

The intense sunlight baked the mottled yellow walls and red tiles.

The air was filled with a rich aroma of tomatoes, basil, and baked dough.

This is the birthplace of pizza.

Outside a traditional pizza shop with a wooden sign that reads "Number One in a Century".

There was a long queue.

Chen Yuan was wearing a white casual shirt.

With two buttons undone at the collar, he exuded a carefree and unrestrained air.

He held Shen Wanzhou's hand, who was wearing a floral dress.

With her other hand, she was pushing a double baby stroller.

in the car.

Three-and-a-half-year-old Chen Nian Shen Zheng was playing with a Rubik's Cube, his ancestral icy expression on his face.

The younger sister, Chen Muzhou, was holding a rag doll.

Those peach blossom eyes, just like her mother's, were fixed longingly on the golden, crispy pizza in the shop window.

"Want some?"

Chen Yuan looked down at his daughter.

The little girl nodded vigorously, a trace of drool even hanging from the corner of her mouth.

Chen Yuan chuckled softly.

Pushing the cart, I headed straight for that century-old shop.

There was no queue.

Given his status, Eagle had already arranged the best seats for him with his men.

"Excuse me, sir."

Just as I reached the door, I saw an Italian restaurant owner with a beer belly and a mustache.

Speaking broken English, he reached out and stopped them.

His eyes revealed undisguised arrogance and disdain for Asian faces.

"Our shop only serves customers who appreciate authentic Neapolitan pizza."

"You Chinese only know how to pile those weird sauces on bread."

"You can't taste the soul of our century-old fermented dough."

These words were barbed and sarcastic.

Several foreign diners in line nearby also let out a soft snicker.

Shen Wanzhou heard this.

His previously relaxed shoulders hunched slightly.

Although she is no longer the socially anxious person she used to be who was afraid of meeting strangers.

But faced with such blatant malice in a foreign land, she instinctively clung to Chen Yuan's clothes.

The knuckles turned white from exertion.

Chen Yuan stopped in his tracks.

His deep black eyes swept coldly over the arrogant shop owner.

The temperature in the retina instantly dropped below absolute zero.

"soul?"

Chen Yuan scoffed coldly.

There wasn't a spark of anger in his voice, only a condescending mockery.

"What right does a sour dumpling have to talk about the soul?"

He did not get angry.

In the eyes of this master chef, dealing with such a narrow-minded person is a waste of effort.

Chen Yuan turned his head and gestured to the eagle behind him.

"Lend me his flour."

The eagle immediately stepped forward.

He grabbed the shop owner's shoulder and applied a little force.

The boss was in so much pain that his face contorted, and he was immediately pushed aside like a weakling.

Chen Yuan strode forward with his long legs.

He strode over to the semi-open production table at the shop entrance.

The surrounding diners were all dumbfounded, wondering what this Asian man was up to.

Chen Yuan was not wearing a chef's uniform.

With his large, well-defined hands, he directly grabbed a lump of dough that had risen on the cutting board.

"Your proud pizza base."

"To put it simply, it's just a simple baking of fermented dough."

As he spoke, he suddenly pulled with both hands.

The dough was stretched in mid-air.

Then, his wrist flipped rapidly like a magician's.

Snapped!

The dough was slammed heavily onto the cutting board.

It was then quickly folded and stretched.

Each slam and thud carries a wonderful rhythm.

The dough seemed to come alive in his hands.

From a single thick stick, it grew into two, four, eight...

Less than ten seconds.

A lump of dough that was originally only good for making pizza base.

In Chen Yuan's hands, it transformed into millions of strands of ramen noodles, as thin as hair and crystal clear.

This incredible skill in making "Chinese-style ramen" is truly amazing.

It completely stunned the Italian foreigners who had only ever seen a rolling pin.

The shop owner's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

But he didn't even have time to be shocked.

Chen Yuan did not stop.

He kneaded the stretched dough strands back into a ball.

I casually grabbed a jar of olive oil and chopped green onions that I usually use for garnishing.

Spread it on the dough.

then.

He held the edge of the dough with one hand.

A flick of the wrist.

The ball of dough actually started spinning and flying in mid-air!

It gets bigger and bigger as it spins, and thinner and thinner as it spins.

It was like a transparent round umbrella, hovering steadily above Chen Yuan's head.

The "Flying Pancake" technique.

The pancake was so thin that light could even pass through it.

Chen Yuan deftly folded the dough and placed it on the flat-bottomed griddle next to him.

Shila-

The high temperature instantly brought out the aroma of the scallions and oil.

An extremely strong aroma of scallion pancakes.

It forcefully dissipated the original cheese smell in the air.

Less than two minutes.

A Chinese scallion pancake with a golden and crispy exterior, distinct layers inside, and an enticing aroma.

Chen Yuan cut it into small pieces with a knife.

It is served on a white porcelain plate.

He picked up a piece at random and walked up to the shop owner.

"Try it."

Chen Yuan's voice was cold and hard, carrying an undeniable sense of pressure.

The shop owner trembled as he accepted the scallion pancake.

Put it in your mouth.

The moment the teeth bite together.

The crispy, crumbly crust is accompanied by an extremely rich aroma of scallions.

It exploded in my mouth.

It lacks the cloying sweetness of cheese, offering only the exquisite wheat aroma brought out by the flour's countless poundings and perfect cooking time.

His proud century-old pizza dough.

In front of this scallion pancake.

It's worse than pig swill!

The shop owner's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

His pride was completely shattered, leaving only deep awe for this god-like technique.

The surrounding diners, drawn by the irresistible aroma, were frantically swallowing their saliva.

"Is...is this magic?"

Chen Yuan ignored the shocked looks.

He held the remaining scallion pancakes.

I walked up to the stroller and fed my daughter a mouthful.

Chen Muzhou squinted his peach blossom eyes with satisfaction, his cheeks bulging from eating.

Clean up the mess.

Surrounded by bodyguards, the family of four continued to stroll around the town.

Walk along a winding stone-paved path.

At the end of the line of sight.

A medieval castle built on a hillside, facing the sea.

Come into view.

The castle's outer walls are covered with ivy, and the pointed towers exude a mysterious and romantic atmosphere under the sunlight.

"So beautiful..."

Shen Wanzhou stopped and looked up.

His eyes sparkled with undisguised affection.

This ancient castle is just like the castle where princesses live in fairy tales.

Chen Yuan followed her gaze.

A hint of unyielding indulgence flickered in his deep black eyes.

He didn't even bother asking "Do you like it?"

He turned his head and gestured to the eagle behind him.

"Buy it."

Three words, crisp and concise.

There were no inquiries about the price, nor any business negotiations.

After half an hour.

In front of the castle gate.

That Italian nobleman's descendant, who was originally cursing and swearing because his peaceful dream was disturbed.

He was currently holding a heavy black combination lock suitcase.

Inside the box.

It was filled with bundles of euro banknotes, enough to buy ten such castles.

This cash was airlifted directly from the nearest Swiss bank vault by helicopter by Eagle.

The original owner of the castle, carrying a suitcase full of euros, watched Chen Yuan lead his wife and children into the castle and swallowed hard: "Where on earth did this Eastern tycoon come from?"