A Beijing socialite stole my boyfriend; she went crazy after I got married.

After Butler Wang left, the villa immediately fell silent.

There are still people here, after all, there are still people willing to work overtime for bonuses.

However, perhaps knowing that they wanted some alone time, no servants came over for the time being.

Xie Jing took off his crisp, cold black wool coat, revealing a fitted dark gray shirt.

He turned his head to look at Jiang Chu, his thin lips curving slightly. "Go wash your hands, then help me tie my apron."

"Yes, ma'am. Thank you, Chef."

Jiang Chu smiled and ran quickly to the kitchen. When she returned, she was carrying a navy blue apron.

Xie Jing cooperated by bending down slightly, allowing the girl to put the apron's neckband around his neck.

He was so tall and broad-shouldered that from this angle, Jiang Chu could see his clean-cut jawline and the subtle curve of his Adam's apple as he looked up.

Jiang Chu went around behind him, grabbed the apron tie, and tied a pretty bow around his lean waist.

"alright."

Jiang Chu patted his lower back, then slid her hand down and patted him again.

Xie Jing: "..."

The man turned around, grabbed her waist, and lifted her to sit on the kitchen counter.

Jiang Chu looked at him innocently.

Xie Jing pinched her chin. "Don't you want to eat?"

Jiang Chu shook her head, "I do think about it, but I just feel, cough cough, the chairman seems quite attractive, after all, he's so round."

Xie Jing looked at her silently.

"...Thank you," he said resignedly after a long pause, then leaned down and kissed her. "My wife has excellent taste."

Jiang Chu was immediately delighted.

Xie Jingqu flicked her finger lightly across the girl's nose before turning away to inspect the ingredients.

On the counter, neatly arranged in food storage containers are sliced ​​Wagyu beef, fresh black tiger prawns, washed mushrooms and vegetables, and various condiments.

Jiang Chu sat on the marble table, swinging her slender legs, her hands supporting her chin, staring at him like a supervisor.

"What are you planning to do?"

"Make whatever you like to eat."

Xie Jing rolled up his sleeves, revealing his muscular forearms, then took a chef's knife and pressed a piece of pork belly with alternating layers of fat and lean meat onto the cutting board.

His eyelashes were lowered, and his long, slender fingers with distinct knuckles pressed against the chunk of meat. The blade fell, making a very regular and steady tapping sound.

The evenly sliced ​​meat was neatly arranged on one side as he moved.

Jiang Chu raised an eyebrow.

Although she wasn't very good at cooking, she could tell that the other person had good knife skills.

"What do you like to eat?"

"Spicy and sour," Xie Jing said calmly. "I remember all the dishes you usually like to eat."

"Wow," Jiang Chu blinked, "You can cook Sichuan cuisine?"

"...When I was fifteen, Tianyu had an important mining restructuring project in China, and I followed the old man in the southwest for four months."

Xie Jing didn't turn his head. "I met a master at the time and learned a little bit. Because the time was too short, it was definitely not enough, but I could still make a few dishes."

He put the sliced ​​meat into a bowl, poured in Shaoxing wine, light soy sauce and a little white pepper, and skillfully mixed it evenly.

A pale blue flame leaped up instantly, licking the bottom of the pot.

As the pot gradually heated up, he poured in an appropriate amount of cold oil, and then added Sichuan peppercorns, dried chili pepper segments, garlic slices, and a large spoonful of specially made pickled cabbage.

"Splash—"

The moment the pickled cabbage and chili peppers plunge into the boiling oil, an extremely powerful aroma, a blend of sourness and spiciness, instantly fills the air and wafts straight into people's nostrils.

Jiang Chu subconsciously swallowed.

"I'm starving," she took a breath. "There have been too many banquets these past few days. Although some were quite good, they weren't appetizing enough."

Xie Jing turned to look at her, his expression gentle, "It'll be ready soon."

Jiang Chu watched the man cook with her eyes glued to him.

Xie Jing stood with his head down in front of the stove, his wisps of hair falling down his forehead, softening the coldness that had always lingered in his eyes.

But his cooking movements were extremely swift and powerful; he tossed the wok, stir-fried, and added ingredients all in one smooth motion.

Those hands, which usually sign trillion-dollar contracts, are now gripping a heavy iron pot, the veins on their forearms bulging slightly from the exertion.

"Wow, the way you flip the wok really makes you look like a professional chef."

Jiang Chu couldn't help but praise him.

"What's this?" Xie Jing glanced back at her briefly, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Go get the plate."

"Okay!"

Jiang Chu nimbly jumped off the counter, took out an exquisite white porcelain deep plate from the cupboard, and handed it over.

The first dish was sour soup black tiger prawns with glass noodles.

Golden, clear sour soup is poured over tender, plump shrimp meat, with green Sichuan peppercorns and red chili rings complementing each other.

Immediately afterwards, the second dish of stir-fried pork was also served.

The pork belly slices were stir-fried until they curled slightly, with the edges glistening with a golden-brown sheen. The spiciness of the green and red peppers mixed with the salty aroma of the fermented black beans, making it oily but not greasy.

Finally, Xie Jing washed the pot and deftly served a pot of bubbling pickled bamboo shoots and fatty beef to the table.

"Dinner is served."

Xie Jing took off his apron and hung it up, then pulled out a chair and gently pressed Jiang Chu into the seat.

At the dining table, steam rose gently, making their faces slightly flushed.

Jiang Chu couldn't wait to pick up a black tiger prawn and stuff it into her mouth.

The shrimp meat is extremely bouncy and firm. The moment you bite into it, the sweet juice, along with the sour and spicy flavors of lemon and wild chili, bursts in your mouth, crisp and refreshing, without a trace of fishy taste.

"Mmm! This is so delicious!"

Jiang Chu squinted her eyes happily, "The sourness is just right, the spiciness isn't overpowering, and the noodles have soaked up all the broth... You're amazing!"

Watching her eat like a little squirrel, her cheeks bulging and her eyes sparkling, the man couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile.

He wasn't in a hurry to eat; he simply ladled out a bowl of steaming soup and placed it beside her.

"Eat slowly, it's all yours."

"You should eat some too, and try your own cooking."

Jiang Chu picked up a piece of stir-fried pork and fed it to him.

Xie Jing took a bite from her hand, chewed slowly, and commented, "It's a little overcooked, but the meat is still acceptable. Barely passable."

"That's called exceptionally good!" Jiang Chu said seriously. "If you want to change jobs in the future, just open a Sichuan restaurant, and I'll be your male spokesperson."

Xie Jing chuckled and flicked her forehead lightly with his long, slender fingers. "If you like, I'll try my best to cook more for you."

"No need, you're so busy, just come back for a holiday comeback now and then!"

Jiang Chu ate happily, "You eat too, wait, is it a little too much?"

"I'll go and fry two more steaks later," Xie Jing said calmly. "You can eat them. I don't like spicy food as much as you do."

Jiang Chu noticed this too, "I sensed it, you seem to mainly like eating meat! You're not picky about the taste."

She paused for a moment, then continued, "Is it because people in Iceland prefer the more authentic flavor of grilled meat? Or is it because... your dad didn't want you to eat much meat when you were a child?"

Xie Jing paused for a moment, then said, "I think both are true."

"Ah," Jiang Chu sighed, "if he were still here, I would definitely roast him to death."

Xie Jing looked intently at the girl across the table, his eyes particularly gentle in the lamplight. "...Yes, I know."