The little boy's mother also came running over in a panic, bowing to Ye Chuan and thanking him over and over, terrified that this legendary "big shot" would take offense.
Ye Chuan merely nodded calmly without saying anything more, then continued deeper into the market with Robin.
A strange yet harmonious scene unfolded at the market's pork stall.
An unparalleled powerhouse, radiating an icy aura that kept strangers at bay, was pointing at a piece of pork belly streaked with fat and lean on the chopping board.
In an extremely serious tone, as though discussing the state of the world, Ye Chuan said to the pork vendor, who was already breaking out in a cold sweat from fright:
"Sir, this piece of meat has too much fat."
"I want that one. Yes, that one, with a fat-to-lean ratio of about three to seven."
"When you cut it, please bring the knife down at this angle. It'll preserve the grain of the meat better..."
Watching her captain earnestly shop for groceries, Robin simply couldn't help covering her mouth with the sun hat in her hand and chuckling.
She felt that this life, this everyday routine full of ordinary human warmth, was far more interesting and much happier than her previous days of scheming and fleeing.
Carrying bags of ingredients on his way home, Ye Chuan was also silently grumbling to himself.
The variety of ingredients in this world is much greater than I imagined.
It's just that the preparation methods are far too crude.
Looks like I'll have to show Robin what genuine Chinese cuisine is tonight.
A few days later, Ye Chuan's secluded villa on the outskirts welcomed its first uninvited guests.
Knock, knock, knock.
At the sound of a somewhat hesitant knock, Robin smiled and opened the villa's front