A castell-like structure with a distinctive architectural style stands in the heart of China-Europe. Twenty flying cockroaches, each accompanied by a dragon shark, glide slowly around the castle in the sky, performing a watchful sentinel duty. Originally belonging to a wealthy European magnate, the castle served as a summer retreat for the family. However, following the magical invasion by the mystical beings, the magnate, like many others, fled far away with his family. Mei Li seized the opportunity and took over the castle—effectively displacing the original occupants. Inside, the castle boasts not only luxurious furnishings and appliances but also an ample supply of food, meat, dairy, wine, and other essentials sufficient to last several decades for dozens of people. From the very first day Mei Li moved in, she regarded herself as the true mistress of the estate. Before her now stands the traditional European cheese, a truffle cheese valued at over 150,000 euros, and a premium wine chilled in a dedicated ice bucket. Several servants and chefs who had remained behind have not yet evacuated—now they too have become private assets of the beautiful magical beings. Although Mei Li and her team have not yet— They were having difficulty, yet their faces still bore an undeniable fear, as if even the slightest mistake could cost them their lives. She glanced dismissively at the truffle before her and said, "Is this really considered one of the world's three great delicacies by humans? It smells like spoiled garlic—truly, I can't understand what human taste is." The chef, standing by in a clean white chef's coat, quickly interjected, "Miri-sama, this is indeed the finest white truffle. Though it has only been discovered for a few decades, it has always been cherished since its first appearance. The finest white truffles come from Italy, and each year, the harvest is quite limited—so few people are fortunate enough to enjoy it, which is why it commands such a high price." The beautiful fairy princess sighed, "Isn't it always the case that rarity makes something valuable?" The chef nodded in agreement. "Exactly, Madam. You may not know that the greatest charm of white truffle lies in the fact that it doesn't require any cooking—just a small amount can transform everything around it in astonishing ways." "If you hold such high regard for it, then I'll give it to you." She simply said, "Ah." The chef was astonished, his eyes widening. As a top-level European chef, though he had handled countless precious ingredients over the years, receiving such a large piece of white truffle—on his own—was truly exciting. "You're welcome to share it with others," she said calmly. "Just don't bring anything like this to me again." Then, suddenly, she asked, "By the way, do you know how to prepare Chinese cuisine?" The chef shook his head. "I don't." "That's a pity," she replied. "I would think there are quite a few people in Europe who do." Indeed, there were many Chinese restaurants in Europe, and beyond using chopsticks, Europeans genuinely enjoyed Chinese dishes. The chef nodded. "There are certainly many, but I believe if one wants to truly taste authentic Chinese cuisine, it's better to go back to China." Mireille's eyes lit up. "Ah, yes—I hadn't thought of that. After staying in Europe for so many days, it's time to change the scenery and refresh my spirit." The chef was deeply moved. In fact, just then— He merely mentioned casually that as a renowned European chef, he deeply understood the importance of raw ingredients. For instance, although French cuisine could be prepared in Europe using materials flown in from various regions by air, it always seemed to lack something essential. If this noble mage, eager to taste Chinese cuisine, led his subordinates to leave Europe, he would surely become a hero. He then thought it necessary to add more, and after searching his memory, said, "Chinese cuisine truly stands out as a premier category among all delicacies. As far as I know, it is divided into eight distinct styles—Sichuan, Huizhou, Lu, Cantonese, among others—each with its own unique characteristics, making it profoundly rich and diverse. Though I previously served as head chef in European royal courts, I must admit that, in terms of both quality and quantity, the so-called fine dishes in Europe cannot compare." "Really?" Meryl raised an eyebrow, thinking—just two days ago, you were constantly praising French and Italian cuisine as being so exceptional. How could you now be so enthusiastic about Chinese cuisine? The head chef noticed the subtle shift in the noble mage's expression and quickly added, "Previously, I was afraid—" "You killed me, so you pretended that European cuisine was so wonderful—just to make yourself feel useful. But as a chef and a honest person, I can't lie." Upon hearing this explanation, Meili smiled and was thoroughly satisfied. "I like honest people. Since you hold such high regard for Chinese cuisine, then fine—I'd like to accept your suggestion and visit China soon." The head chef was overjoyed—never in his life had he thought, at his age, he could once again become a hero who saves all of Europe. His reputation in the European culinary world would surely grow even more prominent. He had even already decided which royal family he would like to join as head chef upon achieving fame. Yet, Meili's next words sent his heart plummeting from the sky straight into the depths of an ice cavern. The original words from the beautiful fairy were: "I'd like to travel light. I'll entrust these matters to Costi. Yes, just bring one dragon shark with me." The head chef nearly cried out—how could you leave your team behind here? It would have been so wonderful to go together and experience the Chinese cuisine firsthand. The magnificent landscape. "Don't worry—I won't forget you, this European chef, just because Chinese cuisine is delicious," the woman smiled, continuing. "Your skills are quite good. I'll certainly keep you here. I won't kill you." What could the chef say? He felt deeply moved, yet had to maintain a gracious, grateful expression on his face. "Thank you, sir. I will do my very best and serve you with the utmost dedication and sincerity," he said. The lady waved her hand. "All right. You may now go and prepare dinner. I'd like French榴莲 rice with a six-minute seared steak—last time, the four-minute seared one was unsatisfactory; the meat was still bloody, and I'm not used to that. I'd also like a few extra servings of cheese cake, along with traditional cheeses and ham. I don't particularly enjoy French cuisine, but their wines are excellent. And, one vegetable salad—just that. That's all. Please make it special." "Understood, sir," the chef bowed respectfully and turned to leave. She lifted her glass, sipped the wine gracefully, and suddenly had a thought. "Why not bring Qin Feng over here to serve as my chef? He's a Huaxia cultivator, so he should be good at preparing Huaxia cuisine. Plus, as a cultivator, he can infuse his special abilities into the dishes. That's a solid idea." Let Qin the young lord handle cooking and poisoning—quite fitting.