Volume 1, Chapter 29: Astonishing Culinary Skills-A senhora ficou viúva por três anos e se casou novamente com o príncipe frio e impiedoso, sendo amada profundamente(Pêssego das flores)

Inside the Shi family restaurant, Manager Hu and the waiters stared in stunned silence at the table laden with exquisite dishes. They were utterly speechless for a moment, unable to believe that their young mistress—usually sheltered away from the world, never even touching the simplest chores—had managed to create such mouthwatering delicacies.

Before them lay an array of modern dishes.

The sweet and sour ribs gleamed with a bright red glaze, crispy on the outside and tender within, perfectly balanced between tangy and sweet.

“If he wants my forgiveness, he’ll have to come and beg for it himself,” Shiyao declared, turning sharply as she strode back to the podium.

Sure enough, just as “Li Dong” approached, completely unsuspecting, the second-in-command suddenly lunged forward, its two jet-black claws wrapping tightly around him.

Reaching out, one could feel an empty heart, like an empty glass of wine, ready to spill blood in the darkness for someone.

Zhang Jiaze passed through the living room, glancing toward the nanny’s quarters when he suddenly caught faint voices from the balcony. Listening closely, he recognized the familiar voice of Aunt Wang, the nanny.

“What? What did you say? Why is she allowed to go abroad while I am not? In what way am I inferior to her? Tell me—how am I any less? No, I won’t agree!” At first, Fang Xin was hysterical. Anger had consumed her reason entirely.

Zhao Yi’s words cut deep, a strike that, while it might not immediately shatter the Yellow Turban Army, would surely break their morale—a blow even greater than wiping out tens of thousands of their troops.

Since the other party agreed to sign the contract at the company, it was unlikely they were scammers. Even if they were, Wu Yan knew exactly how to handle it. He dismissed any demands for payment without hesitation. Once inside the main headquarters of the nationwide live broadcast, the truth would surely come to light.

This bronze axe had never left King Wu Ding’s side. Now that it had been found on the battlefield, his fate was surely grim.

Figures moved throughout the courtyard. The five hundred guards Zhao Yi had brought patrolled as they had in Zhuo County, turning the once peaceful yard into a cacophony of noise.

“Alright, I understand,” Su Qingcheng smiled faintly and resumed her conversation with the three Korean men.

“Sorry, my friend is over there,” I said, indicating Su Qingcheng, deciding it was best to keep some distance.

Time seemed to freeze with my words; the oxygen in the air felt heavier and less muddled than before.

“If given a suitable background, he might very well grow into a figure like Duanmu Zifang. My evaluation: four stars.” Dongfang Lengyu’s delicate face bore no anger or resentment, only serene acceptance. Watching Chen Fenghuo’s retreating figure, he withdrew his gaze and spoke calmly.

It should be noted that in summer, drinks chilled in the refrigerator usually retain their coolness for about ten minutes after being consumed. If the cold sensation lasts only a few minutes, then the advantage is negligible.

Even the weakest among them possessed power on the level of Great Completion. A single strike from any one of them could sweep away a top sect in the boundless wilderness! So why would they covet the power of the endless wildlands?

Reluctantly emerging from his cultivation state, Qiao Qiao saw Ling Feng still focused, eyes closed, refining his true energy. Around him, a vast sea of red light surged upward, revolving continuously with Ling Feng at its center before merging into the fire-elemental sword essence.

“Which Zhou Mubai? That sycophant?” an irritable student sneered.

Lin Lei could clearly see this. After so many lonely years, given her temperament, it had indeed been very hard for her.

A genuine, warm smile unlike any he had seen before graced this man’s face—a rare and almost luxurious expression.

Once again, merging her consciousness with Huang Wu’s, Su Nuan’s awareness retreated to the back. She had no confidence in taking on so many powerful Celestial Immortals and hundreds of Earth Immortals simultaneously. The tactics she considered were simply unfeasible.