Chapter 2 — From Chef God's Wife to Master Chef Champion

In the end, he still flipped open the listen button. From the other side came a soft yet urgent female voice:

"A Yen, come quickly! Something happened to 'Phan Tinh'!"

Luc Yen's face changed immediately.

“Don't rush, I'll be right over!”

He hung up the phone, grabbed his coat and was about to leave. I stopped in front of him, eyes red and asked:

“‘Phan Tinh’, is it your new restaurant?”

“No, it's hers.” He avoided my gaze.

“She's a pastry chef, what could possibly happen that would require you - the 'former kitchen god' - to rush over immediately?”

"Miao Mieu, I'll explain later."

He tried to get past me. I squeezed his arm tightly.

“If you dare to step out of this door today, we will divorce.”

I think that threat at least made him stop. But I was wrong. Luc Yen just paused, then finger by finger, removed my hand. His strength is great, and in his eyes is a determination that I have never seen.

“Miao Miao, don't make a fuss.”

“There are some things, you won't understand.”

After saying that, he didn't turn around and rushed out of the house. The door slammed shut with a "bang". 3. I sat alone in the living room, not sleeping all night. The phone screen lights up then turns off, turns off then lights up. No text, no call. He just disappeared. The next day, I had a high fever and my whole body ached. I texted him: "I'm sick, fever is 39 degrees." After waiting for a long time, he answered with two words: "Drink lots of water." My heart felt like it had been thrown into an ice cellar. I struggled to get up, find medicine for myself, and then fell asleep. In the dream, it was all about that big fire. And Luc Yen's back protects another woman, not looking back. On the third day, the fever subsided a bit. I dragged my weak body to the studio. My partner and close friend, Chu Ky Ky, immediately exploded when he saw me:

"Kieu Mieu Mieu! Do you want to die? Your face is as white as a ghost!"

"Where is Luc Yen? How does he take care of you?"

I pulled out a smile that was more unsightly than crying.

“He... went on a business trip.”

Chu Ky Ky was full of doubts, but seeing that I was not okay, he didn't ask further. She pushed a plan in front of me.

“Check this out, 'New Star Contest - Master Chef', the best cooking competition in the country, live broadcast, the winner wins one million."

“Haven't you always wanted to open your own restaurant? This is the best opportunity.”

I looked at the words "king chef" on the plan, and just felt dazzled.

“Ky Ky, I…”

“Don't tell me you can't!” Chu Ky Ky interrupted. "Have you forgotten? Back then you were the only genius in our culinary academy!"

“If it weren't for…”

She suddenly stopped halfway and looked at me cautiously. I knew what she was going to say. If it weren't for the fact that I had just graduated, got married, and returned to my family, perhaps I would have been a famous chef soon. I used to think that washing my hands to cook soup because of love was happiness. Now I discovered that it was just my solo play. The phone suddenly pops up a hot search item. #Dessert princess Co Ngu Bang and a mysterious man, creating a completely new concept restaurant# Attached photo: Co Ngu Bang smiled brightly like a flower, the man standing next to her, even though he only showed half his profile and a pair of hands, I still recognized him immediately. It's Luc Yen. He was wearing a well-tailored chef's uniform and was attentively handling the ingredients hand. The hands I've been looking at for three years, now they're creating a culinary miracle for another woman. The light in his eyes was so hot that I had never seen it before. The comment section has exploded.

"Ah ah ah! These hands! It's the kitchen god Luc Yen! He's finally back!"

"I told you, the only person worthy of our princess is Luc Yen!"

"They really match! This is a pair of fairies!"

"I heard that Luc Yen is married? Who is his wife? Is she worthy of him?"

"The people above don't be stupid, it's definitely a commercial marriage, there's no real love. At this rate, we're about to divorce and then reunite!"

Those lines are like knives, slashing at me one by one. I suddenly remembered, three years ago, when I had just married him, I wanted to post a photo of us together on social networks. He frowned again and said: "I don't like exposing my personal life online." Then I believed. Now I understand, it's not that he doesn't like it—it's just that he doesn't want "that person" to see it. My existence, in your glorious life, is a stain that needs to be hidden. The phone vibrated once. Luc Yen—who had been missing for two days—finally texted.

"Miao Mieu, something happened at 'Phan Tinh', I'll be back tomorrow."

“Are you better?”

It turns out that in your world, there will always be "situations" more important than me. His concern always comes late. I didn't answer a word. 4. After work, as soon as I arrived at the door, I smelled a strong smell of rice and soup, it had been a long time since I had seen it. Not my familiar smell. It was a more complex, more advanced, invasive, unruly scent that took over the entire hallway. I pushed the door in. Luc Yen is carrying a plate of food out of the kitchen. He changed into that luxurious chef's uniform and put on the checkered shirt he always wore. But the whole person's temperament is completely different.

“Wife, I'm home.” Seeing me, he gave me a pleasing smile. “I made your favorite sweet and sour ribs dish.”

I looked at the whole table full of colorful, fragrant and flavorful dishes, all Michelin-starred dishes. I felt a little softer. Maybe… you really want to make it up to me. I picked up chopsticks and picked up a piece of sweet and sour fried ribs. Just the right amount of sweet and sour, the crust is crispy, the inside is soft and juicy, and the meat is sweet. It's the most perfect flavor I've ever tasted. But I just chewed it and immediately spit it out.

"Luc Yen, I forgot, you're allergic to pineapple."