Chapter 27: Capitalists Are Indeed Different

At last, the car pulled to a stop in an affluent neighborhood. Yu Jin pushed open the door and dashed out like a gale, clinging to a nearby tree as she retched uncontrollably.

Dongfang She looked toward the heavens, feigning innocence. "I was driving quite slowly, actually..."

This was Zhongyuan Beauty Villa, a high-end residential district.

Dongfang She entered, unlocking the door through a sequence of fingerprint verification and facial scanning. Only after a series of security confirmations did the system finally chime and swing open.

Yu Jin followed behind, feeling dizzy and nauseous. Lugging two large shopping bags of groceries, she muttered, "Is all this really necessary? If you were being robbed, you’d be done for long before you finished fumbling with these locks right at your own doorstep."

"This is a premium residential area. Our security system is one of a kind globally. Tom, Dick, and Harry can't just wander in here, let alone robbers."

Dongfang She pushed the door open. The house was immaculate, and a scent that was distinctly his own rushed out to greet her.

It was an 800-square-meter European-style villa. The interior was decorated in a classic, vintage Western style; the sofa in the living room evoked the feeling of medieval nobility, and the floor was covered in a dark carpet trimmed with golden peonies. A magnificent crystal chandelier hung from the high ceiling, further accentuating the opulence of the room.

"Capitalists are truly something else..." Though this wasn't the first time Yu Jin had seen such a luxurious house, she was still taken aback by the expensive decor.

"Enough, I’m starving. Get to cooking, woman. Once I'm full, I might just strip down for you to admire!"

Yu Jin nearly suffered a cerebral hemorrhage. Flushed with embarrassment, she couldn't be bothered to retort and carried the groceries into the kitchen.

But... how could a house this large have absolutely no servants?

Yu Jin found it surreal, silently grumbling to herself as she washed the vegetables and began to cook.

Over an hour later, the aroma of food finally drifted from the kitchen. Dongfang She was completely famished. "Is it ready yet?"

"Yes, yes!" Yu Jin emerged carrying the dishes. She was wearing a pink apron, and a stray lock of hair fell across her forehead, giving her an indescribable air of warmth.

Dongfang She fell silent. He sat with his legs crossed, an arrogant air about him, a trace of appreciation shimmering in his dark green eyes. He watched her bustle back and forth, bringing the dishes to the table, and watched as she served him rice and laid out his chopsticks. Only then did he unhurriedly rise from the sofa and take his seat.

Stir-fried beef with chili peppers, spicy stir-fried clams, spicy diced chicken, boiled pork slices, and fish head soup in a clay pot—four dishes and one soup, more than enough for two. However, as Dongfang She looked at the layer of chili oil floating on every single dish, his expression darkened immediately.

"Do you have a heavy palate? Was it necessary to put this much chili in every single dish?"

How was he supposed to eat this?

Dongfang She poked at the food with his chopsticks, feeling as if even the utensils had been contaminated. His brow furrowed into a deep frown, clearly displeased.

"You don't like spicy food?" Fire loved spicy food, so Yu Jin felt a pang of disappointment. Had she miscalculated?

Dongfang She’s face remained somber, a fleeting, almost imperceptible shadow of melancholy crossing his eyes. "I used to like it, but then something happened, and my stomach couldn't handle such spicy things anymore."

"Oh... what happened? What should we do now? Are you not going to eat?"

"Forget it, I'm starving. I'll have the soup." Dongfang She seemed unwilling to continue the topic; it felt like a taboo for him. Since he wouldn't speak of it, Yu Jin naturally wasn't about to ask prying questions. She quickly ladled him some soup.

However, this meal was a frustrating experience for the young master.

The woman sitting across from him was eating with such reckless abandon!

Knowing full well he couldn't handle the spice, she was sweating as she ate, wildly singing the praises of her own cooking!