In the kitchen, Jiang Hao wore an apron.
He heated oil in the wok, added ginger slices and stir-fried them until fragrant, coated the sea bass in dry starch, then fried it until both sides were golden brown. The children were practically drooling.
He added cooking wine, light soy sauce, dark soy sauce, and water, brought it to a boil over high heat, then added scallions, celery stalks, and chopped bird's eye chilies. He let it simmer slowly over low heat, then added sugar and chicken bouillon, cooked it until the flavors soaked in, reduced the sauce slightly, and sprinkled on scallion segments.
The braised sea bass was ready.
Watching Jiang Hao emerge carrying the platter, Zhou Xinyan looked somewhat dazed. When the venture capital people had come earlier, she had not felt much, but now that she had calmed down, she suddenly realized that she seemed to be the CEO of a company valued at 3 billion yuan.
Based on her shares in the company, she was worth several hundred million yuan herself—a rich woman.
Pah.
"Rich woman" did not sound very nice.
But look at the man in front of her. He was worth several billion yuan, yet he was still wearing an apron and cooking for her. It suddenly felt especially unreal, yet incomparably real. Only then did she realize just how strong the man before her was at keeping his composure.
What she did not know was that Jiang Hao had been far wealthier in other worlds than he was in the real world. Having possessed such wealth before, he was no longer surprised by it. He had long since cultivated that mindset.
In the world of Shinjuku Incident, Jiang Hao had been a billionaire. In the world of The Beautiful Legend of Sicily, he had