Chapter 113: Truffle Chicken Stew (Part 2)
Gu Qianqian's eyes instantly lit up with surprise! Brother Chen took her flowers?! He really did care about her!
However, the next second, her smile completely froze on her face!
Zhao Chen didn't even look at the bouquet of gorgeous white roses. He walked straight to the trash can next to the entrance as if he was carrying a bag of smelly garbage.
"Bang!"
A dull sound!
The priceless bouquet of white roses, symbolizing "apology" and "blessings", was mercilessly stuffed into the half-full trash can!
"You..." Gu Qianqian's pupils suddenly shrank as she stared at the scene in disbelief, as if she had been slapped hard in public! The feeling of humiliation was like a poisonous fire, instantly burning away her sanity!
Zhao Chen, however, acted as if he had just thrown away a trivial piece of trash. He turned around, his gaze coldly fixed on Gu Qianqian's face, which was twisted with extreme anger and humiliation. His voice was low, but clear and cold:
"Ms. Gu, we have received your 'apology' and have dealt with it."
He pointed to the trash can and said, "Now, please leave my house immediately. Otherwise, I don't mind personally escorting you out."
His tone was flat, and he didn't even deliberately emphasize the word "send", but the cold warning and undisguised disgust in his eyes were like a real ice cone, piercing Gu Qianqian's heart!
"Brother Chen! How could you do this to me?!" Gu Qianqian completely collapsed! The mask of disguise was completely torn apart! She pointed at Zhao Chen, her voice sharp and piercing, full of hysterical resentment.
"For this bitch?! Who the hell is she?! A lowly piece of shit who got to where she is by sheer luck! How is she worthy of you?! She's not even worthy of carrying your shoes!"
Her gaze suddenly turned to Yu Ling, her eyes like a poisoned knife, filled with condescending contempt and deep hatred:
"Yu Ling! You think you've won? Let me tell you! In the eyes of a true aristocratic family, you're not even as good as an ant! What Brother Chen needs is a partner who matches his status and can bring him real support! A celebrity like me, who holds the right to inherit the Gu Group and can pave the way for him in the world's top social circles! Not a lowly creature like you who can only hide in the kitchen and make brown sugar water!"
She became more and more excited as she spoke, with a twisted fanaticism and sense of superiority on her face:
"Brother Chen! Wake up! What future do you have with her?! What can she offer you? The empty title of chairman of a small tech company that could go bankrupt at any moment? Or her humble background as a teacher in a third-tier city? Follow me! Everything in the Gu family is yours! My resources! My family background! My influence! All of it will propel you to a higher position!"
"Bang!!!"
A dull and heart-pounding sound!
Gu Qianqian’s hysterical “future outlook” was abruptly interrupted!
It wasn't Zhao Chen who did it.
It’s Yu Ling.
The moment Yu Ling heard the words "slut" uttered by Gu Qianqian, her suppressed anger erupted like a volcano! She didn't scream or curse, but simply raised her foot and, with all her might, slammed it down on the heavy wooden door that Gu Qianqian had half-opened!
The enormous force was accompanied by cold anger, and the door panel was like being hit by a battering ram. With the sound of whistling wind, it slammed shut with the force of thunder!
"Bang!!!"
There was a teeth-grinding thud as flesh colliding violently with hard wood!
What followed was Gu Qianqian's shrill and distorted scream!
“Ahhhh!! My nose!!!”
Outside the door, Gu Qianqian was like a swatted fly, and was hit hard in the face by the solid wooden door that carried Yu Ling's rage!
Her carefully styled hair was instantly disheveled, her expensive Chanel suit was wrinkled into a ball, and she staggered backwards, falling heavily on the cold marble floor of the corridor!
She covered her face tightly with both hands, and bright red blood instantly gushed out from between her fingers, staining her fingers and the expensive fabric on her chest red! The severe pain made her curl up on the ground, wailing like a pig being slaughtered!
Inside the door.
Yu Ling continued kicking the door, her chest heaving with rage. She pulled her foot back without even glancing at the muddy mess outside.
She turned around, her face expressionless, only icy calm. She even had the leisure to fix the hem of her home clothes.
Zhao Chen stood a few steps away, still clutching the sauce-soaked wooden spoon. He watched his wife's clean, powerful kick. Behind his gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes, initially icy and furious, instantly shifted to a nearly glazed astonishment and an indescribable, immense pride.
His Lingling...that kick just now...was so cool! So cool!
Yu Ling raised her eyes and met Zhao Chen's dull expression, which read "My wife is awesome." She rolled her eyes at him unhappily, her voice carrying a slight gasp from kicking the door and a subtle hint of coquettishness.
"What are you standing there for? Chef Zhao, your truffle chicken is going to get burnt!"
"Huh? Oh! Yes, yes, yes! Truffles! My truffles!"
Zhao Chen woke up as if from a dream, instantly switching from "wife-crazy boy" status to "kitchen defender". He rushed to the kitchen with a wooden spoon in his hands, muttering nervously, "Truffles! Not mushrooms! Don't burn them! If you burn them, my wife will hang my suit!"
Outside the door, Gu Qianqian's pig-slaughtering howls continued, accompanied by incoherent curses and cries.
Inside the door, Yu Ling took a deep breath, suppressing the residual pain in her stomach and the nausea that was surging. She walked to the smart panel in the entrance hall and pressed the button to call property security with an expressionless face. Her voice was clear and calm:
"Property management? I'm Yu Ling from Room 1601. Unidentified individuals are harassing and insulting the owner at my door, and are attempting to break in. Please send someone to handle the situation immediately and call the police."
After saying this, she didn't even glance outside the door and directly pressed the mute mode for the entire house. In an instant, Gu Qianqian's piercing cries and curses were completely isolated, and the world returned to peace.
After doing all this, Yu Ling turned around and walked briskly towards the kitchen filled with fragrance.
Zhao Chen was frantically stirring the casserole, nervously glancing at the truffle and mushroom comparison picture on the refrigerator door from time to time, muttering, "It's not burnt, it's not burnt... The truffle is still there... It's a truffle..."
Yu Ling walked over to him, took the wooden spoon from his hand, and naturally took over the stirring task. Her movements were gentle and practiced, and her eyes fell on the truffle slices and golden chicken pieces rolling in the pot, coated in rich sauce.
"Don't worry," she said with a hint of smile, turning her head to look at Zhao Chen, who was still a little nervous beside her. "I can tell it apart clearly this time. It's truffles."
Zhao Chen breathed a sigh of relief, then remembered something. He moved closer to Yu Ling and lowered his voice, speaking with a hint of pride and nervousness, as if seeking credit:
"Wife... just now... how was my performance? Was it good enough for an 'ordinary employee'? Was it good enough... to protect you?" He was referring to his actions of throwing flowers and threatening Gu Qianqian.
Yu Ling glanced at him sideways without saying anything. She just picked up a wooden spoon, scooped up a small piece of chicken that was stewed until soft and covered with rich truffle sauce, blew on it gently, and then, under Zhao Chen's expectant gaze -
She didn't eat it herself, but instead handed the spoon steadily to Zhao Chen's lips.
"Taste the saltiness." Her voice was filled with a lazy smile, but her eyes were as gentle as a pool of spring water.
Zhao Chen was stunned for a moment, and then, a huge joy exploded in his chest like fireworks! He opened his mouth without hesitation and took the chicken nugget soaked in the rich aroma of truffles and his wife's "love" into his mouth.
The rich, mellow aroma instantly explodes in your mouth! The overbearing aroma of truffles perfectly blends with the delicious flavor of the chicken, the sauce is rich, and the cooking time is just right! This is definitely the pinnacle of his culinary career!
"Wow! Delicious! So delicious!" Zhao Chen's eyes lit up instantly. Like a child who got candy, he mumbled incoherent praise and almost danced with excitement. "Truffle! It's definitely a truffle! No doubt!"
Yu Ling watched him get so excited over a piece of chicken, then glanced at the ridiculous cartoon apron around his waist, and her smile deepened. She took back the spoon, scooped a small piece herself, and put it into her mouth, savoring it carefully.
The taste is indeed impeccable.
The overbearing and rich truffle is wrapped in the simple and warm chicken.
Just like her and him.
A seemingly ordinary person, but one that holds the power to change the world.
A man who seems overbearing but is willing to cook for her.
The noise outside the door has been completely isolated.
In the kitchen, there was only the bubbling sound of the casserole, the rich aroma of truffle-braised chicken, and the silent warmth that flowed between the two of them.
Yu Ling swallowed the delicious food in her mouth and her eyes fell on Zhao Chen's handsome face, which was slightly flushed with excitement and covered with a little sauce.
She suddenly stood on tiptoe, moved closer to him, and asked softly in a whisper that only the two of them could hear, with a hint of a sly smile:
"Mr. Zhao, do you think truffles with chicken nuggets are much more delicious than truffles with some bugs who think they are 'celebrity'?"
Zhao Chen: “…………”
He looked at her pretty face with a mischievous smile so close to him, felt the overbearing and warm aroma of truffles between his lips and teeth, and then looked at the pile of white rose debris buried in the trash can...
An indescribable warmth, a mixture of pampering, pride and great satisfaction, instantly surged through my body.
He stretched out his hand and hugged the beautiful, valiant, and "evil-minded" little woman tightly in his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head and sighing with satisfaction:
"Of course! I only stew my chicken with my truffles!"
He paused, lowered his head, and took a deep breath of her hair, a mixture of truffle and shampoo fragrance, a unique scent that belonged to her. His voice was low and firm, like a vow:
“No one can take it away.”
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