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

A white porcelain spoon tapped against the edge of the marble countertop.

It produced a crisp, resonant sound.

Grandma Sun's withered lips trembled uncontrollably.

Mucous tears fell onto the worn apron.

A small patch of dark water stain spread out.

The Jade Dragon Soup in the pot was still bubbling and boiling.

The rich aroma of century-old wild ginseng mingles with the glistening oil of an old hen.

It turned into a visible white mist that swirled overhead.

For an old cook who has been working at the stove for sixty years...

The destructive power of this soup is no less than that of a magnitude 10 earthquake.

Grandma Sun's hands, covered in thick calluses, suddenly reached forward.

He grabbed Chen Yuan's sleeve.

His withered fingers strained with all their might.

The force was so great that it crumpled the expensive black shirt fabric into a tight, wrinkled mess.

"The timing of the cooking, the synergistic effect of the medicinal ingredients..."

"The old man never figured it out, not even until his death!"

Her voice was hoarse, as if there was a handful of rough sand stuck in her throat.

Every word was trembling.

next second.

This is the master of state banquets who has served three generations of the Shen family and is respected even by powerful figures in the capital.

His knees buckled.

He actually knelt down directly in front of Chen Yuan, a young man in his early twenties.

The kneecaps made a whooshing sound as they broke through the air.

It was about to crash heavily onto the hard tiles.

Chen Yuan raised an eyebrow and quickened his pace by half a step.

His strong, powerful arms left a trail of afterimages in mid-air.

He flipped his large hand over.

It steadily supported Grandma Sun's falling body.

"Senior, I cannot accept such a courtesy."

Chen Yuan's voice was steady and deep.

Like stagnant water in a deep pool, calm and still.

There was not a trace of panic caused by the other party's prominent status.

The wrist supporting the old man's arm exerted a subtle force.

An irresistible, skillful force pulled her up.

Grandma Sun was unwilling to agree.

The bent knees were still desperately trying to drop downwards.

Stubborn as a bull that never turns its head.

"I deserve it! Those who are accomplished are my teachers!"

"This pot of soup of yours is enough to establish a school of thought within the realm of imperial cuisine!"

The two servants who had chased them in from outside the courtyard reached the kitchen doorway.

Seeing this, he was so frightened that he took two big steps back.

She covered her mouth, her eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

"Please take me as your apprentice and let me learn the proper cooking techniques for this Jade Dragon Soup."

"I'd be your henchman for the rest of my life!"

The old woman spoke with tears streaming down her face, her eyes burning with a frantic thirst for knowledge.

Shen Wanzhou stands behind Chen Yuan.

They were originally keeping a safe distance.

At this moment, half of her head quietly peeked out from behind his broad shoulders.

She was wearing a beige knit sweater.

Her hands were nervously clutching the hem of her clothes.

Now I hear about the esteemed master of state banquets.

She actually wants to become an apprentice to her own family's personal cook.

Her slender waist straightened up a little without her noticing.

The slight awkwardness I felt when facing strangers vanished completely.

Those peach blossom eyes that were usually so timid.

At this moment, it is twinkling with tiny, bright starlight.

Her full lips couldn't help but curl upwards.

The dimples on both sides of her cheeks were faintly visible.

This is Grandma Sun, whom even her grandfather has to personally make a reservation for half a month in advance when inviting her to dinner.

He usually has a temper harder than a rock in a latrine.

Even Michelin three-star chefs come to the manor to showcase their skills.

She would take a single bite and then ruthlessly throw the plate straight into the trash can.

They won't listen to anyone.

Now, however, she was clinging tightly to Chen Yuan's sleeve, pleading desperately.

An indescribable sense of pride.

Like hot spring water, it flowed through Shen Wanzhou's limbs and bones.

It was warm and cozy, and extremely comfortable.

That was the pride and protectiveness of the landowner.

This man is so talented; his culinary skills are enough to revolutionize the entire state banquet scene.

Now she stays only at her Cloud Top Manor.

They only cook three meals a day for her.

Shen Wanzhou gently rested her delicate chin on Chen Yuan's back.

Through the thin shirt fabric.

She could clearly feel the firm contours of the man's back muscles.

And there's the warm body temperature that rises and falls steadily with each breath.

He exuded a smug sense of self-satisfaction as he asserted his dominance.

Two fair and delicate hands quietly moved forward.

She tentatively put her arm around Chen Yuan's lean waist.

My fingertips, through the fabric, felt his body temperature.

Chen Yuan keenly felt the furry head rubbing against him from behind.

A soft touch coming from my side.

His tall figure paused almost imperceptibly.

Then, the cold, sharp lines in his eyes instantly melted away.

He released one of his hands that was supporting Granny Sun.

He reached back and gently patted Shen Wanzhou's hand twice.

It's a kind of doting affection that carries a comforting meaning.

The range hood in the kitchen emitted a low hum.

Excess moisture is drawn outdoors.

The medicinal chicken soup in the pot was still emitting an irresistible aroma.

Every inch of the air we breathe.

Chen Yuan turned his gaze back to Granny Sun's tear-filled face.

Seeing the other person's eagerness to become his apprentice, as if they wanted to tear their heart out.

There was no sense of being flattered or overjoyed.

"It's just a simple, home-style medicinal meal that we made up. It's not as mystical as you make it out to be."

Chen Yuan spoke in a calm tone.

It exudes a carefree and nonchalant attitude, as if nothing bothers him.

"My daily task is to prepare three meals a day for the boss."

"I don't have the time to start my own school of thought, let alone take on disciples."

Grandma Sun shook her head as she listened.

He was so anxious that he slapped his thigh hard.

Rough hands slapped against black cloth trousers, making a dull sound.

A tiny speck of dust, barely visible to the naked eye, was stirred up.

"How can this be considered home-style cooking!"

"With your skills, you're just wasting your time cooking for others in the kitchen all day!"

Grandma Sun was halfway through her speech when she suddenly felt a chill on the back of her neck.

It was a genuine sense of crisis, like being watched.

She suddenly raised her head.

He glanced at Shen Wanzhou, who was peeking out from behind Chen Yuan.

The eldest daughter of the Shen family was holding this man's waist.

He stared at me with a protective look on his face.

That look clearly warned: This is my personal chef, and no one can take him away.

Even a master chef specializing in state banquets is not acceptable.

Grandma Sun swallowed.

Having lived to such an old age, how could I not understand the thoughts of a young girl like this?

But her fervent pursuit of culinary arts made her unwilling to give it up.

"Mr. Chen, even if we don't become his apprentices..."

"I'd be happy to stay in the kitchen and do odd jobs!"

"I'm good at washing and chopping vegetables."

"Just let me stand beside you and watch you simmer the soup!"

Chen Yuan frowned slightly.

He likes peace and quiet.

He didn't want to have multiple pairs of eyes staring at him while he was cooking for Shen Wanzhou.

The kitchen is now his and his socially awkward cat's most private space.

There is no room for any third person.

"Kitchen is a restricted area; outsiders are not allowed to enter."

Chen Yuan's voice turned two degrees colder.

An undeniable aura of power emanated from his tall frame.

The two servants outside the door were so frightened that they shrank back into the yard.

They didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

Grandma Sun wanted to try again.

Chen Yuan had already brushed her hand off his sleeve.

The movement was not forceful, but it carried an irresistible power.

The old lady was pushed back half a step by the force.

He completely gave up any thought of getting close to the stove.

The soup in the pot is ready.

Chen Yuan turned around and turned off the blue flame on the gas stove.

The boiling white mist gradually dissipated and returned to calm.

Shen Wanzhou immediately released her grip and took half a step back.

Make room for him to serve the soup.

But her gaze remained fixed on his wrist, which held the soup spoon.

Watching him pick up the blue and white porcelain bowl.

Steadily scoop up the clear, transparent chicken soup.

The golden sheen of the chicken fat is even more enticing against the backdrop of the white porcelain.

Grandma Sun stood there, her eyes filled with disappointment and resentment.

Those hands, which had been holding a large ladle for years, hung limply at his sides.

It was as if all their energy and spirit had been lost in an instant.

His back hunched over a bit.

"Mr. Chen, are you really not going to reconsider?"

She asked one last question, unwilling to give up.

His voice was filled with a bitter sense of loneliness.

Chen Yuan placed the porcelain bowl filled with soup on a wooden tray.

I pulled over a clean, dry white towel.

He slowly and deliberately wiped the soup stains that had accidentally splashed onto the edges of his fingers.

A cool breeze blew in through the window.

It swept away the excess heat in the kitchen.

But it couldn't erase the powerful lingering aroma left by this divine medicinal dish.

Chen Yuan supported Granny Sun's arm and sighed helplessly, "Senior, please get up. I'm really just a housekeeper who cooks part-time."