Chapter 2

Shen Yuntang sat in front of the dressing table, looking at the skin care products and cosmetics lined up, and began to have a headache.

There were many unopened items, but none of them were what she was used to.

The original owner bought whatever seemed expensive, and only picked out the famous ones. In any case, he would just buy the ones with platinum.

She stopped her skin care and looked around.

The master bedroom in the Huo residence is quite large. The two rooms are connected, and a huge floor-to-ceiling window runs across the east and west.

There are two beds, one at this end and one at that end.

There is also a barrier in the middle, which looks like it can be locked.

It was obvious that the couple slept in separate rooms, and the emotional gap created a distance that even an outsider would find awkward.

Who is that lock designed to protect against?

As a human who was unlucky enough to be thrown into this book world, Shen Yuntang had no intention of interfering with their relationship. Since they were both in the same world, the relationship between husband and wife had nothing to do with her.

Although this family may not seem to have many people, there are actually a lot of troubles.

The original owner was like an S with viciousness written all over her body, and her husband and the boss's younger brother were like two unlucky Ms. They were tortured by her for who knows how long before they finally came to their senses and knew how to resist.

With the help of the gentle and kind Little Sun heroine, he finally realized that the original owner was not a normal person, and began to hate her, abandon her, and let her live on the streets.

Shen Yuntang really couldn't understand this logic. Since he had the ability to make the primitive people fall to the streets, why didn't he do it in the beginning?

Do you have to wait until your whole family has been tortured enough before you can no longer bear it?

That's awesome of him.

...Or, in other words, was the original owner's husband restricted from driving the original owner away in the beginning?

Shen Yuntang wiped away a trace of the mist on the mirror and felt speechless.

She looked pretty good when she wore it, and it was good because the male lead and the supporting male character had already started to feel dissatisfied with her.

But according to the plot line, it will take another year before she is kicked out.

All she had to do was earn enough money within a year and leave home.

Before that, she could do whatever she wanted.

Shen Yuntang has her own worldview. In her world, she is always the most important. Her opinions are the only correct ones. She never cares what others think of her, and will never let others affect her.

Others say she is acting.

She was surprised.

I don't do it, and you do it?

If all problems can be used to solve them, they are no longer problems.

She grew up like this until she was twenty-two years old. The first half of her life was very happy, at least it was very happy before she entered this book.

As for the future?

She believes that all problems can be solved.

There was a knock on the door behind me.

Shen Yuntang said without looking back: "Come in."

The door handle was pushed down, and the thin boy stood at the door.

He was wearing a simple gray T-shirt and trousers, with a sense of poverty and coldness that was unique to adolescence.

Veins bulged out of his thin, white forearms, and his calloused hands gripped the door handle with great force, as if he had finally made up his mind.

Huo Xihuai stood at the door, without taking another step forward, and silently looked at her back.

Shen Yuntang finished drawing her eyebrows before saying, "Did you bring breakfast up?"

Huo Xihuai tightened his grip, pressing his palms against the door handle, and said, "...Yes, I'll bring it up right away."

Shen Yuntang ignored him.

It was just ignored.

Huo Xihuai was seized by a strange feeling.

Why did he feel that Shen Yuntang really didn't care who he was, what he was doing, or what he thought of her?

But they really just regarded him as a strange...servant.

After a pause, he said softly, "Are you dissatisfied with me in some way?"

This question was strange. Shen Yuntang paused and looked at him in the mirror. The boy lowered his head, staring at the shoe surface, and seemed to be very inferior.

"Just barely pass." She continued to curl her bangs, and suddenly thought of something, and continued, "Oh, my hands are too cold, I want them warm, between 36.8 and 37.5 degrees."

She had just gotten up from the warm bed, and the man's cold hand made her very uncomfortable.

Considering that he was still young and working, and that he was careful in his actions, she was merciful and gave him another chance.

Huo Xihuai was stunned.

That’s it…?

Just let him go so easily?

Before he could think about it, the butler came over with a dining cart, nodded to him, knocked on the door and went in.

Huo Xihuai stood at the door for a long time and looked down at his hands.

…

Shen Yuntang was very surprised, and everyone in the Huo family felt the same way.

She seemed to have suddenly changed her temperament, but also seemed to have not changed.

It's hard to say exactly how she has changed.

It's just that when Shen Yuntang suddenly wants to do something, they can just slap their heads and say, "Oh!" My previous wives didn't seem to do that.

But why? No one knows.

Even now, no one calls her Madam anymore, they call her Miss Shen.

After issuing her two rules of conduct in the morning, the atmosphere in the Huo residence became tense.

What's wrong with everyone getting together with those they are close to to discuss Miss Shen? Are they provoked?

Especially the people in the kitchen were almost nervous to the extreme.

Ever since Miss Shen came to the Huo residence, their head chef has been changed every three days, the only difference being whether the change is in the morning or afternoon.

Today is the day of change of leadership.

The chef, Ji Liang, who had just come in two days ago, kneaded the dough with a gloomy face. She had just finished making breakfast for her employer's family and was still preparing lunch, but he was probably going to pack up and leave soon.

Before being selected, every chef thought, what if he is the special one? What if he can stay in the Huo's house and continue to be the glamorous chef?

So no matter how ruthlessly the previous examples were fired, there are still people who keep coming.

People in the same industry look down on each other. Everyone thinks that others can't stay in the job for long because their skills are not up to the standard to retain them.

Ji Liang came with full confidence. He heard that Shen Yuntang was difficult to serve. He wanted Chinese food after eating Western food, and the best one was a full banquet with 1982 Lafite and Mexican burritos, which stumped many people.

But Ji Liang is different from them. He is not a professional chef who has been working hard on one type of cuisine since he was a child. His knife skills were honed in small stalls, shops, and greasy stores. He will cook whatever the customers like.

Not precise, but broad enough.

In one meal, he can cook everything from beef Wellington to kaiseki cuisine, and throw in some Indian paratha to liven up the atmosphere.

Ji Liang believed that he was the person Miss Shen needed, he thought.

But now, he seemed no different from his predecessors, cooking a meal that he was not sure whether it would be served, while worrying about the arrival of the notice of dismissal.

"I've had enough of this kind of life."

The assistant chef said that he was very resentful after having had several bosses.

"I've never seen such a difficult employer. She's picky about food and drink. In short, no one can satisfy her."

"I think her husband will dump her sooner or later. A woman who behaves like this cannot be kept."

"If it was my wife, she would have been beaten so badly that she wouldn't dare to do it again."

Ji Liang didn't say anything. He rubbed the dough in his hands vigorously and pretended not to hear.

It was not a good idea to speak ill of one's employer, and he never took part in it.

He came to seek a job, and the employer's mood determined his future life path.

Besides, he looked down on this kind of man and only gave him a strange and disgusted look. The assistant chef was irritated by his look.

It is human nature to have the courage to talk behind someone's back, but not the courage to scold him in person. Although the assistant chef was enraged, he did not dare to quarrel with the tall and strong man, but he had many ways to annoy people.

"Ji Liang, Chef Ji, if I remember correctly, you were the executive chef at Genting Restaurant, right? Oh, what a pity, it took you more than ten years to climb to such a high position, but you fell here because of a momentary carelessness. By then, the Huo family will become a professional stain, and it won't be so easy to go back. I really feel sorry for you."

"What a young and promising person you are. You are not even thirty years old yet. You could have gone very high."

Between the lines, both explicitly and implicitly.

Ji Liang didn't hear a word, but he was actually already very upset.

Being a chef in such a wealthy family is an easy and respectable job, and the customers are all discerning and particular gourmets. It should have been an ideal job.

…

I don’t know who to complain to. After all, they have all heard about the situation of the Huo family, and it is their own choice to seek wealth and honor by taking risks.

I just feel very unwilling.

Ji Liang kneaded the dough even harder.

The deputy chef had no intention of stopping and kept muttering while slacking off on the work at hand.

"It's such a pity that we have to say goodbye after only two days of being together. If Mr. Huo didn't have this wife, we could have been together for a few more days."

Ji Liang was just about to say that if Mrs. Shen hadn't changed people every day, it might not be the turn of these people to enter the Huo residence, but before he could open his mouth, a voice interrupted the deputy chef before he could.

"Chef Ji, Miss Shen has a question for you."

The butler called him from behind.

The deputy chef didn't know when the butler came in. He was startled, his whole body was hot, and he started to play dead.

But when he heard that Ji Liang might be fired, he peeked over with a gloating look on his face.

Ji Liang nodded, turned on the faucet, and rubbed his hands vigorously.

Shen Yuntang sat at the round table in the master bedroom suite. The table was filled with exquisite dishes, a combination of Chinese and Western cuisine.

It was not the first time he had seen Mrs. Shen, but he had never been as nervous as he was now. This person's words determined his future career path.

Ji Liang's scalp tightened as he watched her leisurely eating the dishes he had carefully prepared on the table.

This master will be dissatisfied if the width of each thread is not cut uniformly.

He stared at Shen Yuntang's hand, sweat dripping from his temples.

It was unknown how long it took for this psychological warfare, which was comparable to a war, to end. Shen Yuntang asked, "What else can you do?"

The girl was surprisingly fair, her face made look extremely small by her soft, fluffy long hair, and she looked harmless enough.

Ji Liang was stunned for a moment, then continued: "I will do whatever you need."

"What if there's something you can't do?"

“I learn really fast!”

The atmosphere became quiet, and Ji Liang belatedly realized that he was trembling all over.

Does this mean... that he is going to be kept?

After a while, Shen Yuntang finally put down the tableware, nodded and said, "It's barely ok. You can change the dishes according to my mood in the future. Can you do it?"

Ji Liang paused, a strong sense of disbelief hit him, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and he blurted out -

"I can do it! I can make Shandong, Sichuan, Guangdong, Jiangsu, Fujian, Zhejiang, Hunan, Anhui, France, Italy, Japan, South Korea, and Southeast Asia! I can also make authentic masala..."

After seeing Shen Yuntang's disdainful look, he rationally took back the last one.

"It's you. I like people who can cook anything." Shen Yuntang retracted his gaze. "I'll have crepes with cod in tomato sauce later. The rest depends on your cooking skills."

Ji Liang still couldn't believe it. Just leave him like this?

Shen Yuntang raised his eyes: "Any comments?"

“…”

"No no no! Not at all! Thank you Miss Shen, I'll get ready right away!!!"

Ji Liang came to his senses from the huge surprise and almost burst into tears. He turned up his apron to wipe his eyes and immediately ran back to the kitchen.

The delicate girl nodded and suddenly asked him, "By the way, are there any complaints about me in the kitchen?"

“For example, among your colleagues, are there any who are dissatisfied with me?”

The butler who followed Ji Liang in suddenly paused.

Then, Shen Yuntang smiled and said, "I have a very bad temper and I can't stand being wronged, so I want to do one thing, fire everyone who scolded me, is that okay?"