The God of Wealth: Her Top Game of Thrones

The overall look is rather cold. If you put it on Tomato Video, the barrage will be full of complaints that it looks like the legendary domineering president's home.

It's very stylish, but also very cold... Of course, the aesthetic taste is also extremely high.

But here, it is filled with the breath of Edwin's life, so it doesn't seem so empty anymore.

Tang Tang casually pulled out a book from the bookshelf. It was a German philosophical work. Tang Tang casually opened it and saw the annotations made by Edwin in German.

“Man is not born whole – he is broken into countless possible elements and then glued together to be reborn.” (Man is not born whole – he is broken into countless possible elements and then glued together to be reborn.)

“Leben ist ein selbstgew?hlter Verfall. (Life is a rottenness of the choice of death.)”

(Hope is the only thing that has never disappointed me.) (Its indifference is purer than any love.)

Originally, Tang Tang was just taking a casual look at it, but the more she read, the more she felt something was wrong. She flipped through the book casually and saw other comments.

"Dying is easier than living, because it does not require pretense, as living does."

Edwin had obviously written it with a fountain pen, and each character in his fluent German had no trace of stagnation.

But why does it seem so unlucky? It's all about death and life.

Tang Tang stuffed the book back and then took out a few more.

As expected, they were all profound works of philosophy or psychology, and almost all of them were commented on with a somewhat cold and bored tone.

It was like Edwin's inner monologue, or like the future he had planned for himself.

Hajiwen, you guy, do you have any mental problems?

The system listened and said frankly,

[What's Hakiwen? Listen for yourself and see if it's sinister.]

"Yin, too yin, it's simply the Yin God."

Tang Tang rolled his eyes, then stood up and strolled to the kitchen while eating his bowl of yogurt.

Edwin was wearing a long black apron, which was tied tightly at the waist, perfectly outlining his waist-to-body ratio.

He lowered his head and carefully cut the vegetables. His movements were clean and elegant, and his expression was serious, giving him a bit of the feeling of a head chef.

Tang Tang watched him cut a piece of butter with a dinner knife and put it into the pot. When the shrimp and butter collided, the aroma of milk immediately filled the entire kitchen.

Tang Tang sniffed the food and laughed, "So your cooking skills are really good?"

Edwin smiled when he heard this, took a beautiful silver fork from the shelf beside him, then poked a plump and big shrimp and fed it to Tang Tang.

"Are you hungry?"

Edwin always fries it at a low temperature, so it’s not too hot. The light batter has a hint of black pepper, followed by the crispy and tender shrimp and the milky aroma of butter.

Tang Tang ate it in two bites and said happily, "I want more."

Edwin looked at her helplessly and said, "If you're hungry, I'll give it all to you."

These shrimps are part of the ingredients for making risotto, but in addition to these, there are various other ingredients such as lobster, king crab, and snow crab, so it’s okay to use these shrimps.

He fed Tang Tang another shrimp and then wanted to put it on the plate. "If you are very hungry, I will make you a sandwich first."

"Did you forget that I still have a bowl of yogurt?" Tang Tang laughed, "I'm just here to supervise, dear Edwin, keep going, I want to eat these delicious little shrimps in the risotto."

"Are you really not hungry?"

"I'm really not hungry."

……

Speaking of which, this was Tang Tang's first time having a real candlelight dinner.

It’s not that those men hadn’t treated her to meals before, but it was obvious that the one prepared by Edwin looked the most atmospheric.

Could it be a racial talent?

Tang Tang's mind wandered for a moment, but he quickly came back to his senses and followed Edwin like a little tail.

"Edwin, let me help you with the dishes."

"It's hot, go sit down."

"Edwin, let me help you with the soup."

"...Go sit down, the pot is heavy."

"Edwin, let me help you..."

Edwin put the cutlery in his hand back on the table, then pushed the man against the wall and kissed him with a smile in his eyes.

"Well……"

After the kiss ended, Edwin looked at Tang Tang and said, imitating her tone, "Edwin doesn't need help, but Edwin needs your kiss."

Then he stood behind Tang Tang, put his hands on her shoulders, and then used gentle force to carry her all the way to the dining table.

Edwin pulled out the chair again and pressed Tang Tang into the seat.

"Alright, my sweet. Now be a good girl and settle right here... ..."

Tang Tang was obedient. After all, Edwin was a very sweet person.

She could hardly remember how many times Edwin had kissed her throughout the day.

……

Spanish seafood risotto, basil roasted tomatoes, smoked basil chicken breast, spicy and sour mussels, Iberian ham pancakes, Spanish potato pancakes, Andalusian cold soup...

Tang Tang didn't even notice that Edwin had made so many dishes.

“Prepare the ingredients and cook them together using different cooking tools. This will save time and be much faster.”

Almost every Chinese dish is stir-fried, which is naturally more labor-intensive. Western dishes, on the other hand, are mostly cooked in the oven or other pots, requiring only a set timer.

But no matter what, the dishes on the table are indeed pleasing to the eye.

Who would dislike a man who is humorous, handsome, and can cook delicious food? Well, Tang Tang doesn't dislike him anyway.

"Want to drink?"

"Of course~" Tang Tang held his chin with one hand and looked at Edwin lazily. "Don't Spanish dishes have to be paired with sangria?"

"Would you like to make a drink together?"

Edwin turned around and pulled out a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet. He picked up the bottle opener and invited Tang Tang, "Are there any fruits you'd like to add?"