Yun Zijin nodded, very pleased with the Chinese chef’s cooperation.
"I just made some pastries. I’ll go get them now."
In the kitchen, besides preparing Yun Zijin’s three daily meals, the chefs would also make snacks and pastries they excelled at during their downtime.
Once made, if they tasted good, they would be requisitioned. Yun Zijin could find something she wanted to eat in the refrigerator at any time.
The ones that didn’t taste as good ended up in the stomachs of the chefs or the other household staff.
The ingredients were all high-quality; it was just that the final flavor wasn’t quite right. Throwing them out would be a waste, so it was a bonus for them.
Of course, "not tasting good" meant the chefs felt the flavor wasn’t authentic, not that they tasted so strange you had to brace yourself to eat them.
Soon, the Chinese chef emerged from the kitchen carrying a plate of Chinese pastries.
"This is freshly made osmanthus cake. Miss, please have a taste."
Yun Zijin sat on the sofa, casually selected a piece, picked it up with her chopsticks, and took a bite.
The fragrance of osmanthus and the flavor of glutinous rice blended together ingeniously. It was moderately sweet with a fragrant, smooth, and delicate texture. Yun Zijin fell in love with it instantly.
"It’s delicious. It’s even better than the last time I had it."
Osmanthus cake was one of the desserts the Chinese chef was best at making, and Yun Zijin had eaten it more than once.
But every time she ate it, it felt different. In any case, she never got tired of it.
Sensing Yun Zijin’s enjoyment, a smile unconsciously spread across the Chinese chef’s face.
For a chef, the greatest hope is for their food to be acknowledged and enjoyed by others.
*
That evening, after Mei Lin returned, she gave Yun Zijin an invitation.
Yun Zijin had received quite a few banquet invitations recently, but Mei Lin would filter out the unnecessary ones, so Yun Zijin had attended only a handful of them so far.
’For Mei Lin to personally deliver an invitation to me, could this be a banquet hosted by some important bigwig?’
Yun Zijin opened the invitation and read its contents.
It was an invitation from the Situ family.
Situ?
’Aren’t there any prominent families in Dijing with a two-character surname?’
Reading on, Yun Zijin learned that the Situ family’s business was primarily based in France, and nearly all their family members were also in France.
Recently, however, for some unknown reason, they had shown an interest in expanding into the domestic market.
This invitation was mainly extended to the prominent families of Dijing; the likes of the Four Great Families and the Five Small Families would all receive one.
As for why Yun Zijin received an invitation, it was probably because the sheer amount of real estate she owned was enough to place her directly on Dijing’s list of top billionaires.
Otherwise, Yun Zijin couldn’t think of any other reason why she would receive this invitation.
After all, even though she was Dijing’s landlady extraordinaire, her roots in the city were still rather shallow.
"Do you think I should go?"
Yun Zijin asked Mei Lin.
Not knowing what the Situ family was up to, Yun Zijin wasn’t sure if she should attend this banquet.
"If you want to go, Miss, then go. If you don’t, we can decline."
It wasn’t the first time Mei Lin had declined a banquet on Yun Zijin’s behalf. After all, for Yun Zijin, these events were basically pointless socializing.
"Leave the invitation with me for now. I’ll ask around before I decide."
Yun Zijin planned to ask Lu Yunque. As the CEO of the Lu Family corporation, he would surely know things she didn’t.
"Understood."

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