Shen Cheng frowned slightly and headed toward the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Shi Yu was frying an egg, dressed in a black shirt with the collar slightly open, sleeves rolled up—a picture of elegance that seemed out of place.
Such an image of him was very different from what everyone imagined since he never set foot in the kitchen, let alone cooked personally.
Next to him, the servant was sweating profusely, watching the busy figure in the kitchen with great anxiety.
God knows what they were worried about—what if there was a mishap with the gas or a fire broke out; what then?
When they saw Shen Cheng approaching, they hurriedly called out, "Missus..."
The words "Mrs." were stopped just in time after they saw Shen Cheng make a silencing gesture.
Shen Cheng looked into the kitchen, her mind devoid of extra thoughts, just feeling that the scene seemed somewhat surreal.
A man who stood at the top of the Pyramid, humbling himself for his woman, was hard to believe.
