Unparalleled medical and martial arts skills, saving the CEO's fiancée at the start.

The next morning, Ye Chen was still dreaming in bed, thinking about how Jiang Ruoxi would praise him.

A knock on the door pulled Ye Chen back from his sleep.

The call was from Jiang Ruoxi.

"Hello, wife..." Ye Chen answered the phone groggily.

"Lazybones, are you still sleeping? The sun's already high in the sky, get up and come to the office."

Jiang Ruoxi's voice was filled with undisguised excitement.

"Honey, why did you go to the company early by yourself? What's the rush?"

"Zhao Meng just called me personally and said that the contract has been signed. She also specifically asked about your situation."

Zhao Meng's idea was that Ye Chen should no longer be allowed to attend any future drinking parties.

Ye Chen chuckled upon hearing this: "As long as the contract can be signed smoothly, nothing else matters. Also, you can't stare at me like that."

"Stop talking nonsense and come over here right now." Jiang Ruoxi hung up the phone.

Ye Chen got out of bed, washed up, and headed to the Jiang Group.

As soon as I arrived at Jiang Ruoxi's office, I heard a burst of laughter coming from inside.

Pushing open the door, I saw Jiang Ruoxi talking to Secretary Wang, her face beaming with a smile as bright as a flower.

"Hey, Mr. Jiang seems to be in a good mood today, you're even smiling?" Ye Chen walked in with a grin.

Jiang Ruoxi looked up and saw him, a strange light flashing in her eyes, but she quickly regained her dignified demeanor as the president: "Please sit down, Vice Minister Ye."

"Yes, President Jiang." Ye Chen gave a perfunctory salute, which made Secretary Wang cover her mouth and laugh.

Jiang Ruoxi took out a contract and placed it on the table: "The contract with Nanshan Energy has been signed. This contract is worth 300 million yuan. Zhao Meng even offered to give up 2% of the profit, saying it was for your drinks."

"Two points? Not six million? Honey, you have to give me this money..." Ye Chen counted on his fingers; it was a lot.

"You wish! But considering how much you've done this time, I'll definitely keep my promise."

Ye Chen's eyes lit up: "Wife, are you really cooking yourself?"

"When have I, Jiang Ruoxi, ever gone back on my word? I'll be home for dinner at six o'clock tonight."

"Alright! Wife." Ye Chen was so happy he almost jumped for joy.

Secretary Wang, standing nearby, was dumbfounded.

Is this still the aloof CEO she knows? He's actually going to personally cook for a deputy head of the security department?

After Ye Chen left, Secretary Wang couldn't help but ask, "President Jiang, are you really going to cook yourself?"

Jiang Ruoxi rarely showed a hint of embarrassment: "I have to keep my promise to him. By the way, Secretary Wang, are you free tonight? Can you come with me to the supermarket?"

"To the supermarket?" Secretary Wang was even more surprised. When had President Jiang ever personally gone to a supermarket?

"Well, I... I'm not very good at grocery shopping." Jiang Ruoxi's ears turned red when she said this.

Secretary Wang forced a smile and nodded in agreement.

Ye Chen returned home early at 5:30 pm.

As soon as he entered the door, he smelled a burnt odor, and his heart skipped a beat. He quickly rushed into the kitchen.

Jiang Ruoxi, wearing an apron, was seen frantically trying to deal with the contents of the pot, her movements chaotic and disorganized.

A mobile phone sits on the stove, with recipes displayed on its screen.

"Wife, are you cooking or burning down the kitchen?" Ye Chen leaned against the door frame and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Jiang Ruoxi turned around, looking embarrassed, glancing at her phone and then at the pot: "Don't laugh! I'm just imitating you."

Ye Chen walked over and saw a dark mass in the pot, which could be vaguely seen to be the shape of an egg.

"Is this... scrambled eggs with tomatoes?"

"Hmm, doesn't it seem like it? It looks like the heat was turned up a bit."

Jiang Ruoxi's voice was so soft it sounded like it was coming from her throat.

Ye Chen glanced at the eggshells in the trash can and winced in distress, "Wife, how many eggs have you wasted?"

"Mind your own business! Get out, get out, don't get in the way." Jiang Ruoxi was furious and grabbed a spatula to chase him away.

Ye Chen was kicked out of the kitchen, but a few minutes later, another scream came from inside.

He rushed in and found that the oil pan was on fire, and Jiang Ruoxi was holding a water ladle, ready to pour it on.

"Don't move!" Ye Chen snatched the water ladle and quickly covered the oil pan with the lid, extinguishing the fire instantly.

Jiang Ruoxi looked at Ye Chen, still shaken, her eyes even a little red.

She excelled at everything from childhood to adulthood, ranking first in her studies and managing the company with great efficiency, but she stumbled in this small kitchen.

"I'm sorry... I promised to cook you a big meal, but..."

Jiang Ruoxi lowered her head, a little embarrassed.

Seeing her pitiful look, Ye Chen's heart melted instantly.

This is the high and mighty president of the Jiang Group. When has he ever bowed his head to anyone?

"It's okay, it's okay. It's not a big deal if you can't cook. How about this, I'll cook, and you can help me out. We'll cook together, so it'll count as you cooking for yourself."

Ye Chen comforted Jiang Ruoxi.

Jiang Ruoxi looked up: "You can cook?"

"Of course, what can't a kid from the mountains do? Watch this, today I'll show you what a real chef is like."

Ye Chen quickly tied on his apron, took out the ingredients from the refrigerator, and washed, chopped, and prepared the vegetables in one go.

Jiang Ruoxi was dumbfounded by the knife skills and techniques.

The potato shreds were cut as thin as hair, the green pepper pieces were so uniformly sized it looked like they had been measured with a ruler, and the meat slices were so thin they were translucent.

"Where did you learn your knife skills?" Jiang Ruoxi couldn't help but ask.

"My master taught me that medicine and cooking are interconnected. Both require attention to heat and proportions. Too much medicine is poisonous, and too much seasoning is equally unpalatable."

Jiang Ruoxi nodded thoughtfully.

Half an hour later, four dishes and a soup were served.

Shredded pork with green peppers, eggplant with garlic sauce, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, hot and sour shredded potatoes, and a bowl of seaweed and egg drop soup.

Although they are all home-style dishes, their color, aroma, and taste are in no way inferior to those in restaurants.

Jiang Ruoxi took a bite of the shredded pork with green peppers, and her eyes immediately lit up: "So delicious!"

"Of course, look who did it."

Ye Chen's smug look made you want to punch him.

"But... you said I would make it for you, but you ended up making it for me." Jiang Ruoxi said somewhat unhappily.

"Who said it's all my credit? Didn't you do it?"

Jiang Ruoxi looked at the plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes of varying shades and couldn't help but laugh.

She remade it under Ye Chen's guidance. Although it didn't look very appealing, at least it was edible.

"Come on, wife, try your own creation." Ye Chen picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks and fed it to Jiang Ruoxi.

Jiang Ruoxi was stunned for a moment, but still opened her mouth and ate.

"Honey, how does it taste?" Ye Chen looked at her expectantly.

"It's alright, just a little bland." Although Jiang Ruoxi said it was just so-so, she was actually quite happy, as this was the first dish she had ever made.

The two were eating when Jiang Ruoxi's phone rang.

She answered the phone, her expression gradually becoming tense.

After hanging up the phone, Ye Chen asked, "What's wrong?"

"Someone is causing trouble at the company, saying they're going to make it impossible for our Jiang Group to stay in Jiangcheng."

"Don't worry, honey. With me here, no one can stop me."