Mad Dog CEO and his beautiful assistant

There is no good feast.

Shen Qin now felt that he had a special connection with the Hongmen Feast. Whenever someone invited him to dinner, the meal must have a profound meaning.

He used to be a foodie who loved food and life, and eating well was a happy thing. But now, eating has become a torture.

The focus of Cang Yan's meal wasn't the dishes, but the hidden trick behind them. Knowing Cang Yan well, he knew he was the best at holding back his tricks.

The dinner was held at Cang Yan's villa. Shen Qin thought that a chef would be invited to prepare the meal, but unexpectedly, Cang Yan would do it himself.

"Wait a minute. I'll stir-fry a few dishes, it will be ready in a moment."

Cang Yan was so polite, Shen Qin felt uneasy. What was going on? Wait, when would Cang Yan learn to cook? Shen Qin's mouth twitched. Although it was unlikely, he was still worried that Cang Yan was planning to poison him with some dark cuisine.

The villa was deliberately cleared and the bodyguards retreated outside the iron gate. There were only the two of them in the entire empty villa.

Shen Qin couldn't help but stick his head in. He wanted to know what Cang Yan was fiddling with in the kitchen.

Was it an illusion? Had Cang Yan grown taller again? No, he seemed to be stronger.

Even in his formal home clothes, he couldn't hide his toned figure and muscular body. With his height and long legs, Cang Yan's entire back was full of charm. Shen Qin felt that Cang Yan had changed, as if he had become more mature and stable.

With his nimble knife skills and smooth flipping of the wok, Cang Yan was full of power yet exceptionally at home when cooking. It was undeniable that Shen Qin was unconsciously attracted to him and her heart was beating fast.

The aroma wafted through, and Shen Qin knew the dish was cooked well. When did Cang Yan learn to cook? Where had he been this past year? What had he done?

"Try it." Cang Yan placed the dish on the table, opened a bottle of red wine, and poured it for Shen Qin familiarly, as if he had been doing this for many years.

Shen Qin looked around and saw that the table was filled with his favorite dishes. Cang Yan actually remembered his taste. Shen Qin suddenly felt a pang of sadness, and a surge of heat rushed to his eyes.

He took a bite of the food with his chopsticks. It was spicy, fresh and fragrant, just how he liked it, but he couldn't finish it. Cang Yan raised his glass, and he took a sip of the red wine, but he choked and coughed again.

"What's wrong?" Cang Yan quickly pulled out a tissue and handed it to her, "Be careful."

Shen Qin put down his chopsticks. He had a clue what Cang Yan was planning. The meal was delicious, with all the right colors, aromas, and flavors, but he just couldn't eat it. He felt sick the moment he ate. This was Cang Yan's trick! As expected, there was no such thing as a good banquet!

Cang Yan kept trying to persuade him, "These are all your favorites. You like stir-fried dishes, not braised ones, you like cold dishes, you don't like things with strong soy sauce, you like spicy food, not sweet and sour. I remember everything. Look, these are all made according to your taste."

"I ate too much last night." Shen Qin picked up the chopsticks again and tasted each dish, which was considered very respectful. "It tastes good, and it's thoughtful."

Shen Qin put down his chopsticks, and Cang Yan also stopped eating. He took a sip of wine and said in a slow voice, "You don't want to ask me where I have been and what I have done this year?"

"If you want to talk, I can listen."

"I'm going to learn how to cook!"

"..."

Cang Yan was amused by Shen Qin's expression, "Incredible? I think so too. Life is full of trying new things. Different lives bring different kinds of fun."

You used to cook every day, and I never had the chance to experience what it was like to be busy in the kitchen."

Cang Yan sighed, "It wasn't until I tried it myself that I realized how troublesome it was! I couldn't even slice it properly at first, and shredding it was even worse. It wasn't shreds, it was chunks, all different sizes, and a mess. I don't like using a grater because you don't either. I was like, how did you manage to slice it so well? If you can, I should be able to do it too. So I practiced like crazy."

Cang Yan raised his hand. "Look, my fingers are covered in knife wounds. It's like I've practiced some kind of magical skill. Haha, after getting stabbed more often, they gradually healed. The wounds became fewer and fewer, and my knife skills improved. What about you? Did you practice like that?"

Shen Qin looked at the faint marks left on Cang Yan's fingers. It was hard to imagine that such a rich young man was practicing cutting vegetables with a knife every day.

Why don’t you just change to a dish that doesn’t need to be shredded? Shen Qin complained with tears in her eyes.

"I find flipping the wok very cool, but flipping the wok doesn't just rely on strength; it requires technique. Wasn't the way I flipped the wok just now handsome? Look, aren't the muscles in my arms beautiful?"

Shen Qin glanced once, and then glanced again.

"When I first started cooking, my dishes looked like they had been dead for 800 years. It was strange, how could someone make the same dish look alive, while mine looked like zombie chunks.

I pondered how to bring my dishes to life. I researched daily, and finally realized that cooking requires pouring emotion and soul into it. If you're just eating to fill your stomach, you can eat a piece of zombie food, but if you want to touch people's hearts, you have to connect with them with your heart.

Cang Yan paused for a moment, "I later found a secret. When I used this secret, my dishes really came alive. They are no longer lifeless. Look, aren't these dishes very fresh and lively? Just looking at them makes you hungry."

Although Shen Qin couldn't eat it for some reason, he had to admit that Cang Yan's cooking skills were very good, very good, even better than his own.

"Nothing is difficult in this world if one sets his mind to it. Senior, don't you agree?"

"What's your secret?" Shen Qin didn't want to continue the topic, so she changed it.

"I'll tell you when I have a chance."

Shen Qin: ...

Well, he shouldn't have asked!

"When I first started, I didn't think I could learn it. After all, I never had to cook since I was a child, you know."

Understand!

"I have no idea about stewing, stir-frying, frying, how to match dishes, or how to add seasonings. I'm an idiot when it comes to choosing ingredients or controlling the heat. After all, my brain is used to maintain the operation of a business empire. I don't have time to study these details, you know."

Shen Qin rolled her eyes.

"But I still learned it. It was difficult, but I did it in the end. So you see, this is how things are in the world. As long as you don't give up, you will succeed. Senior, do you agree?"

silence.

"Senior, I put my heart and soul into preparing a table full of dishes that are all your favorites, but you only took one bite of each. Do you dislike the dishes, or do you dislike the person who cooked them?"

Is it really necessary to do this? Shen Qin is going crazy. Does she have to say these confusing words?

Silence means not wanting to speak. Why force him to speak? Even if he opens his mouth, what can he say?

"It seems that I haven't put enough effort into it and can't impress the people who eat the food. I need to practice more."

Shen Qin really wanted to run away every minute.

Fortunately, Cang Yan changed the subject in time: "The first condition has been passed. Senior, you are tired too. Go back and have a good rest. Come back here tomorrow night to fulfill the second condition."

"What's the second condition?"

"You'll know when you come. Don't worry, you can do it. I won't make things difficult for you, let alone eat you."