After rebirth, Miss Shen went crazy.

On the nameless island, the butler stood in front of the masked man and said respectfully, "Jiang Bai has emptied the entire Qin family, and the money has also flowed into the industries controlled by you, sir, through various channels."

The masked man chuckled, as if he didn't care too much.

Money is the least important thing to him.

He didn't even bother to figure out how much money he had.

At the moment, he was more interested in Shen Liyuan.

"How is Miss Shen feeling recently?" The masked man found that his life on the island had returned to its previous boring state, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

It’s such a loss to lose Shen Liyuan as a “playmate”.

"Miss Shen reads some books in her room every day, then goes to sleep, and rarely goes out." The housekeeper said truthfully, "She seems to be emotionally stable, but..."

He hesitated and didn't say anything else.

"Huh? What's wrong?" the masked man asked.

"This is my personal feeling. I think Miss Shen is too calm, which is a bit abnormal." The housekeeper lowered his voice.

The masked man thought for a moment and said, "How do you feel about inviting Miss Shen to dinner tonight?"

The housekeeper's eyes trembled, and he quickly said, "Okay, I'll arrange it right away."

The gentleman really treated Miss Shen differently. He became worried when he heard that Miss Shen was in a bad mood.

Lan Xiye is dead, so sir, you won't treat Miss Shen as a hostage or bargaining chip anymore, right?

In this case, is it possible for Miss Shen to become their mistress?

It would be nice for two people to live on this paradise-like island for the rest of their lives.

Dinner time was approaching. Shen Liyuan put down the book in her hand and was just about to go to the small restaurant where she and the staff were going to have dinner when the housekeeper came over.

"Miss Shen, the master wants to invite you to dine with him tonight." The butler said cheerfully, "The master has ordered your favorite roast lamb chops to be prepared for you tonight."

"I don't like grilled lamb chops." Shen Liyuan said lightly, "I'd better go to the small restaurant to eat."

The housekeeper was stunned. "So what do you like to eat?"

Miss Shen has never been a picky eater, but today she said she doesn’t like lamb chops. Is it because she is still angry with her husband?

Mr. Mingming said that Lan Xiye’s death had nothing to do with him!

It was Lan Xiye's own fault that he died young. Sir, you never thought of killing Lan Xiye.

"I like boiled fish, spicy pepper rabbit, chopped pepper fish head and spicy hot pot!" Shen Liyuan said impatiently, "Can your husband eat these?"

There are famous chefs from all over the world on the island, but there seems to be no chef who specializes in Sichuan and Hunan cuisine.

After all, my husband has a light taste and doesn't like the heavy-flavored Sichuan and Hunan cuisine.

The dishes that Miss Shen ordered just now were all greasy and spicy. Just hearing the names of the dishes, they seemed very tough.

After that, Shen Liyuan walked towards the small restaurant. The housekeeper still held on to the idea of ​​not giving up, and hurriedly said to Shen Liyuan, "Miss Shen, please wait, I will go and talk to the master, maybe there is a chef on our island who can cook these dishes, please wait."

Shen Liyuan raised her eyebrows slightly. She had been on the island for so long, and the dishes on the island were almost all Western food. She was almost anorexic.

It’s not that she likes spicy food very much, but the Chinese people’s mouths and stomachs really don’t tolerate Western food very well. It’s okay to eat it occasionally, but if she eats it like this every day, Shen Liyuan really misses the dishes she mentioned before.

That's why she blurted it out just now.

When the butler reported the names of the dishes to the masked man, the latter was silent for a while before he slowly spoke, "We have all ignored Miss Shen's dietary preferences before. Chinese people really don't like Western food very much. Let's prepare the dishes tonight according to Miss Shen's instructions."

At the end, he gave a special reminder, "Is there any Moutai in the wine cellar? Moutai is better with Chinese food."

The butler answered without hesitation, "Of course! Don't worry, your wine cellar is fully stocked with fine wines from all over the world."

How could there be no famous Moutai?

So, when Shen Liyuan walked into the restaurant filled with the strong aroma of butter from chili peppers and peppercorns, she thought she had walked into the wrong place.

The table that was originally used to place steaks and red wine was now replaced with a huge hot pot table. In the middle was a steaming beef hot pot that tasted very authentic and smelled spicy.

In the small space in the middle of the hot pot is the clear soup hanging from the bone soup, which is the last stubbornness of the masked man.

Not only were there various side dishes for hot pot placed around the hot pot, but there were also the classic dishes she had ordered before, such as boiled fish, rabbit with hot peppers, fish head with chopped peppers, stir-fried liver and kidneys, etc. Shen Liyuan was a little dazed for a moment.

"You have a chef here who can cook such authentic Chinese food?!" Shen Liyuan asked subconsciously.

The masked man spread his hands and said complacently, "Even if they are useless people or things, they need to be prepared at all times in case of emergency."

The life of rich people is so simple and unpretentious.

Especially for the top richest people like the masked man, their only purpose in living is to enjoy life.

Shen Liyuan was immediately relieved. How could someone who could use fresh water to maintain a golf course on a small island in the sea be reluctant to hire a few more chefs?

After all, maintaining a golf course with fresh water is much more expensive than hiring a few chefs.

The Chinese chef finally had his chance to show his skills. He used all his skills to prepare today's meal. The aroma and fragrance alone conquered Shen Liyuan.

She picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of boiled fish and put it in her mouth. The familiar taste made her want to cry.

"Ms. Shen, I'm sorry, I didn't know you like Chinese food." The masked man apologized sincerely.

Shen Liyuan rolled her eyes at the masked man and said, "How can a Chinese not like Chinese food?"

It had been a long time since she had eaten such authentic Chinese food, so Shen Liyuan simply ate to her heart's content. She didn't have any image to maintain in front of the masked man, so she ate whatever she wanted.

The masked man also imitated Shen Liyuan, scalded a piece of tripe and put it in his mouth, and started coughing the next moment. Even through the mask, one could see that his eyes were red and he was crying.

Shen Liyuan couldn't help but chuckled, "It seems that you are not a real Chinese. You can't even eat hot pot. Here, there is clear soup in the middle. You can boil the clear soup and eat it."

The masked man finally stopped coughing but did not listen to Shen Liyuan and eat the soup. Instead, he stretched out his chopsticks to the red soup bottom covered with red oil and chili peppers. "It's just that I'm not used to it, it's not that I can't do it."

The masked man decisively ate another piece of beef. He didn’t cough this time, but he was obviously also hurt by the spiciness.

Shen Liyuan knew that the person in front of him was not someone that could be judged by ordinary people. Maybe he just liked to challenge himself?

That's none of her business.