I'm in Tokyo, caught in the clutches of the demon princess.

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Although she acts like a lovesick woman in front of me, she must have some tricks up her sleeve to keep this incredible wealth.

Feng Zejian was fiddling with his phone when he impulsively tapped on Line, causing his phone to freeze.

It took a while for it to calm down.

Feng Zejian looked at the account he hadn't used in a long time, which had seen its followers skyrocket from over 10,000 to two million.

The reason for the surge is quite simple: he was using his real name.

The personal information I entered was consistent with the information I provided.

Feng Zejian really wanted to respond, but it was better not to now and remain silent.

Feng Zejian looked at the mutual follow list, and Aoki Sakura was still quietly lying in it.

I feel nothing but guilt towards this girl.

The thought of approaching her for such a frivolous reason made me incredibly embarrassed.

He had never regretted it so much.

After turning off his phone, Feng Zejian lay down on the sofa for a short rest.

Before we knew it, it was 1:30.

At this moment, Tsumi Gasai was putting together her outfit.

All the combinations, no matter how many, are just one red outfit on top of another.

Feng Zejian was dressed in a formal suit.

The group arrived at the balcony of the building.

Sure enough, some of the areas where the machine was stopped had already been painted.

The two people were traveling by helicopter, while the others were just watching them get in the helicopter.

After all, this was something new for them as well.

A red helicopter slowly landed.

This is clearly Tsumi Agasa's car.

Under Tsumi Wagatsuma's guidance, the two boarded the helicopter.

It was Feng Zejian's first time riding in a helicopter, and it looked quite novel to him.

One driver, two passengers.

Tsumi helped Kazesawa fasten his seatbelt and put on his helmet.

With everything ready, the helicopter slowly took off.

Looking out the plane window from above, Feng Zejian gets a unique perspective on the scenery.

A dense flow of traffic could be vaguely seen through the wind and swirling water.

From this vantage point, there are hardly any birds, let alone other flying objects.

The whole process was completely unobstructed.

They said it would take half an hour, but the two of them arrived in no more than twenty minutes.

Sukiyaya, though the name sounds rather old-fashioned, is actually an estate.

We also saw a pasture in the wind.

This made Feng Zejian realize that large businesses all have their own source factories.

The parking lot was filled with luxury cars.

The people who got out of the luxury cars were all prominent figures, though Feng Zejian didn't recognize any of them.

However, even prominent figures have to greet Tsumi Gasai.

Moreover, they found Feng Zejian's behavior somewhat strange.

Without even thinking, Feng Zejian knew he was being treated like a gigolo.

Of course, this kind of thing didn't matter to Feng Zejian, after all, he really was a pretty boy.

There were many cars parked, but I didn't see any cars with broken branches on the bank in Fengzejian, so they were probably on the road.

The two arrived at the manor gate, where a waiter checked their invitations.

Gasai Tsumi linked arms with Kazesawa, who then handed the invitation to a waiter.

After the waiter checked their information, he bowed and let the two pass.

We arrived at the main hall of the sukiya.

Gong Yabo greeted the guests with a smile.

"Mrs. Tsumi, you've arrived."

Gong Yabo paused for a moment when she saw Feng Zejian standing next to her.

Chapter 230 The Interesting Chef: Kamijou Food Wars

She didn't know when this guy got together with Tsuma Mimi, but the fact that they attended this kind of event together meant their relationship was definitely not ordinary.

"Please come in, gentlemen."

The two went into the main hall.

It's incredibly large inside; it's a self-service restaurant with a very wide variety of food.

The area includes a dessert section, a fruit section, a seafood section, a cooked food section, and a processing section.

"Little brother, I'm entertaining some acquaintances over there. I know you don't like these kinds of occasions, so feel free to wander around. If anything happens, don't get into a fight, just come find me immediately."

"it is good."

Tsumi Gasai thought of everything, even this.

Feng Zejian wandered around by himself, seemingly oblivious to everything else.

Feng Zejian started browsing the dessert section, picking up egg tarts and small cakes to show off.

I got a little tired of eating, so I went to the fruit section next door to get some fruit to cleanse my palate.

The fruit here is noticeably inferior to what I eat in the hospital, but it's still top-notch.

The seafood section is filled with fresh, live seafood.

Grouper, black abalone, king crab, emperor crab, sea cucumber, lobster, rock grouper.

There's no need to mention things like prawns and mantis shrimp.

Feng Zejian used a net to scoop out a large lobster and brought it to the processing area for the chef to cook.

Without a word, the chef took it and began to prepare it.

The process and techniques are impeccable.

The chef cooked the lobster meat, arranged the lobster shells on a plate, and handed them to Feng Zejian.

"Guest, it's ready. It's a bit hot, please enjoy."

"Thank you, you've really gone to a lot of trouble."

"It's my duty, it's what I should do."

Feng Zejian found a secluded spot and sat down.

Pick up your cutlery and start eating.

The lobster was gone in less than ten minutes.

Another king crab was caught in the wind and marsh.

The chef took it with practiced ease.

I was so focused on the lobsters that I didn't get a good look at the chef. He's very young, with a U-shaped face, well-defined features, short hair parted in the middle, and thick eyebrows. He's quite handsome.

They struck up a conversation in the wind and rain.

Would you mind chatting?

The young chef was taken aback for a moment.

"I'm not busy now, we can chat for a bit."

"I ate the lobster earlier, it was very fresh and delicious."

"Thanks for the compliment."

"How many years have you been learning to be a chef?"

The chef remained silent for three seconds.

"I started getting acquainted with it at five, and officially became an expert at eight. All in all, it took me ten years."

Feng Zejian couldn't help but exclaim, "Amazing!"

"It's alright, I get scolded by my father-in-law every day."

The young chef spoke as he worked, his hands never stopping, still incredibly nimble.

Feng Zejian nodded.

"You've gone to such lengths, and your father still scolds you. His standards are quite high."

Having said that, the young chef looked up at Feng Zejian.

"A fellow traveler?"

"I worked for a few months halfway through my career, following a skilled old chef."

"That's it."

"How much do you earn per month here?"

The young chef stopped and looked at Feng Zejian with a puzzled expression.

"How much is it per month? What does that mean?"

Feng Zejian was also somewhat bewildered.

"Aren't you working here?"

"correct."

"Aren't you going to pay salaries?"

“I don’t have that kind of thing. My family sent me here.”

Feng Zejian realized something.

"This isn't your home, is it?"

"Well, what's wrong?"

Feng Zejian scratched his head helplessly.

"I thought you were a chef, but I didn't expect you to be a young master."

The young chef couldn't help but laugh.

"Doesn't the young master also have to work as a chef here?"

"That's different. Other chefs are just doing odd jobs, but you, young master, are here to gain experience. Once you've honed your skills enough, you can inherit the family business."

The young chef smiled.

He handed the prepared king crab to Feng Zejian.

"I have no interest in this business, but I enjoyed my meal."

"Thank you."

The young chef watched as Feng Zejian carried the king crab to a seat and began to eat.

"The customer who struck up the conversation was quite interesting."

Thinking this, Feng Zejian quickly finished eating the king crab.