Chapter 1566 - 1581: The Soldier King Cooks

Chapter 1566: Chapter 1581: The Soldier King Cooks

"Hustle, keep hustling."

Sophie sneered and twisted Lin Mu’s ear, "If you’re an Arhat, then I’m Lady Guanyin!"

"Uh, Guanyin is gender-neutral, you know!"

"..."

If Sophie were to use a word to describe Lin Mu, it would definitely be "dead pig." Facing him, forget boiling water, even molten steel wouldn’t penetrate his ridiculously thick "pigskin." All sorts of threats and temptations yielded no results, and she herself seemed to have been taken advantage of. Finally, Sophie let him go in frustration and angrily chased Lin Mu out.

"You dare compete with me, huh?"

Lin Mu smirked evilly and touched his nose. His fingers seemed to still retain traces of a lingering fragrance. Humming happily twice, he was about to step forward but got startled out of the blue by finding a group of giggling women standing by the entrance to the CEO’s office!

"Wow, the little bodyguard is coming out."

It’s said that good deeds do not go beyond the door, while bad news travels a thousand miles. Ever since Lin Mu courageously captured Mo Renzhi in the reception room, earning the entire Yunhai Mansion a good reputation, his heroic deeds quickly spread throughout Yunhai.

The Yunhai Mansion is filled with women, and women love gossip, heroes, and especially diamond bachelors on white horses. Thus, Lin Mu, with his mysterious identity, once having amassed billions, exceptional combat power, and astonishing background, became a hot commodity, seemingly plunging into the fragrant powder heap of admirers...

The day after Mo Renzhi was taken away, Lu Huateng from Shenzhen City personally visited Sophie. Soon, three hundred million funds were transferred in succession, and the entire Su’s Great Enterprise began operating like a precision machine at high speed.

And as the gorgeous president, Sophie also burst with an inexplicable work passion during these days. Busy relentlessly during the day, she even pulled Song Yanan into her room at night, murmuring and studying plans. Lin Mu waited and waited, yet couldn’t find a single opportunity to be alone with her to claim his deserved "reward."

"Lin Mu? What are you thinking? I called you several times, and you didn’t hear?"

"Uh, anything wrong?" Lin Mu reluctantly withdrew his gaze from the beauty’s white legs outside the car window.

"Nanny Wang asked for leave, no one’s cooking in the villa, and the CEO and I are discussing what to eat! So, we’re asking for your opinion."

Having handled a couple of things impressively recently, Song Yanan’s impression of him improved significantly, and she patiently explained.

"What’s the use of asking me. I want some milk, are you guys up for it?" Lin Mu said with a face full of resentment.

"Milk, drinking milk? Can that fill you up!"

Song Yanan frowned. She didn’t know that the milk he referred to was different, hinting at something.

"Don’t listen to him, what kind of taste can he possibly have." Sophie blushed, disguising her embarrassment, flicking her hair by her ear, "Let’s go have Japanese food; I heard there’s a restaurant on International Road with pretty good flavors."

"Ha, Little Japan’s culinary culture originates from Huaxia; that sliced fish porridge, crappy sushi, bro, I could fry a couple of dishes, the taste could beat them a hundred times over, go there for what? Waste of money," Lin Mu said dismissively.

"You know how to cook?" Song Yanan was intrigued.

"Of course, who do you think I am?"

Lin Mu crossed his legs arrogantly, "Whether it’s frying, boiling, or roasting, I’m skilled in it all. The eight major cuisines, I’m capable of anything. Want a Manchu Han feast? I can whip it up for you and it’ll be leagues better than those so-called culinary gods."

"Big talker, aren’t you afraid your tongue might get struck by lightning?" Sophie pouted; she just couldn’t stand Lin Mu’s demeanor.

"Hey, don’t believe it? Wanna bet?"

"Bet what?"

"If I lose, I’ll run three laps around the villa bare-bottomed. If you lose, you’ll have to treat me to milk."

Lin Mu subtly glanced at Sophie’s chest, maliciously suggested, "Hehe, how about it, dare to try?"

"Pfft, you’re shameless; I still value my reputation."

Sophie assessed the pros and cons and decisively said, "Change the conditions; if you lose, you must agree to do one, no, three things for me."

"No problem." Lin Mu agreed without batting an eye.

Getting out of the car into the supermarket, they bought a heap of ingredients and returned to the Su Family mansion. Changed into casual attire, Sophie confidently walked over. Though the business queen of Wancheng isn’t adept at cooking, she has tasted countless delicacies, so after pondering a moment, she thought of several challenging dishes, "Hmph, pervert, trying to take advantage of me? Just wait and see, you’ll lose and cry."

"Hey, stop laughing, will you, the drool is starting to flow."

Lin Mu tied on an apron and a chef’s white hat, brimming with a chef’s demeanor, vigorously waving his hand, "Hurry up, have you thought about what you want me to cook?"

"What’s the rush!"

Sophie huffed indifferently but still proceeded to select the ingredients. The three of them had already agreed on the terms of this bet. Sophie would suggest the dishes, Lin Mu would cook, and Song Yanan would act as the judge, scoring the dishes based on their appearance, aroma, flavor, and texture.

Very soon, the beautiful CEO straightened her body, clapped her hands, and said, "Alright, that’s it. I won’t make it too hard for you. Three dishes: the first is stir-fried shredded pork, the second sweet and sour ribs, and the third a cold vegetarian dish, freestyle it. Go ahead, chef, I’m very much looking forward to your brilliant performance!"

"So simple? Are you planning to treat me to milk and deliberately going easy?"

"Don’t brag, okay, it remains to be seen once it’s done."

Sophie didn’t get angry, instead her eyes curved in a sly fox-like smile.

These three dishes may sound simple but are actually quite challenging.

Taking stir-fried shredded pork for example, it’s a Cantonese dish. The seasoning process isn’t complex, but the knife skills required of the chef are extremely demanding. A piece of pork tenderloin needs to be cut horizontally thirty-six times and vertically seventy-two times, achieving threads as thin as cotton fibers—only then can it be deemed top-notch! Just this step alone, without ten years of honing knife skills, is absolutely impossible to accomplish.

And most importantly, when purchasing ingredients at the supermarket, Sophie intentionally left out several auxiliary ingredients. Thus, even if Lin Mu manages to cook the dishes, the taste might still be less than satisfactory.

"Haha!"

Lin Mu didn’t say anything further, only curling his lips into a mischievous smile, inspecting Sophie from head to toe.

The beautiful CEO felt a pang of anxiety being stared at, stomped her feet and humbly grumbled, "What are you looking at?"

"Of course, I’m calculating where to start tasting later."

"You!"

Sophie flushed red, about to berate him and his shamelessness, but Lin Mu suddenly sprang into action. With a flick of his right hand, the shiny kitchen knife spun three and a half rounds, flash flash flash, a series of knife movements sliced away, causing the tofu on the cutting board to shiver.

From a certain perspective, killing and cooking have always shared the same methods, and as the super soldier king, Huaxia’s top martial artist, Lin Mu’s knife skills have long reached the realm of illusionary perfection. Forget slicing tofu, he could even expertly butcher an ox blindfolded, skillfully performing an artisanal beef dissection.