Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 650 - 630: That’s the Mayor’s Wife!

After completing the most important task, Jiayi went to the nearby market to pick out ingredients.

Since she had told Auntie Li and the others that she was going out to buy groceries, she had to bring back something that looked decent.

And they had given her a Black Card.

She was clueless about cooking, let alone picking ingredients for soup, which was completely new to her. When she arrived at the soup ingredients section, she felt overwhelmed and didn’t know what to choose.

A nutritious soup? Sigh. She should have Googled it beforehand.

She casually asked a vendor, "Uncle, do you have any ingredients for making soup?"

The experienced vendor sagely replied, "Making soup is a fine art, what’s good for you might not be good for others. Who are you making it for, miss?"

Oh, the market is really customer-friendly these days, more efficient than online searching. Jiayi didn’t hold back, "What kind of soup is suitable for a young man, um, one who tends to overthink and is kind of gloomy... It would be best if you could recommend some that are cooling and calming, Uncle."

The vendor, who had consumed more salt in his lifetime than Jiayi had ever eaten rice, said, "You’re making it for your husband, aren’t you?"

Seeing the young lady before him, he could tell she was the kind who was pampered and protected like a delicate flower in a greenhouse, probably spoiled by her husband and hardly ever came out to buy groceries, completely unfamiliar with the lay of the land.

Jiayi could only nod her head.

"Newlyweds, aren’t you?" The vendor guessed from her young age that she hadn’t been married long and chuckled, "Well then, make some Red Sheep Soup, add some medicinal herbs. This soup is most suitable for men who’ve just gotten married; the weather is turning cool, and sheep meat is in season, the quality is also good."

As he spoke, he already started picking out ingredients for Jiayi.

Seeing the vendor so enthusiastic and obviously experienced, Jiayi felt reassured and let him choose the ingredients for her.

In no time at all, with the vendor’s assistance, she had picked out some Solomon’s seal, dried orange peels, goji berries, and other dark, unidentifiable ingredients that were supposedly beneficial for men. Then she went to another stall and got a few pounds of mutton.

The vendor smiled and said, "There, that should do it. You can go straight home and start stewing it."

"Thank you, Uncle," Jiayi said sweetly as she expressed her gratitude, paid the money, and casually asked, "But what is this soup good for?"

The vendor leaned over the counter and whispered, "It’s what all you newlywed couples like."

"Huh?" Jiayi was bewildered and didn’t quite catch on.

The vendor lowered his voice, "It’s for nourishing the kidneys and securing the essence. Eat it for a few days, and your husband will be full of vigor, unable to stop every night. You young people, isn’t that what you like!"

He pointed to the dark ingredients, "Look, throw a few deer antlers into the soup each time, and the effect will be even better."

The bag in her hand almost fell to the ground as she loosened her grip in shock; Jiayi was stunned.

This uncle wasn’t joking, was he?

That man was already like an Energizer bunny, and this soup would only rev him up more.

And those dark ingredients—they were actually deer antlers!

"Can I return these? Exchange them for something else?" Jiayi asked with a bitter smile, feeling like she had dug her own pit to fall into.

The uncle’s friendly face instantly vanished, his expression stern, "Miss, are you joking? No returns once the goods have left the stall."

Jiayi’s face twitched; she decided to let it go, having already made the purchase. She left with her bag in hand.

As Jiayi walked away, the vendor was about to go back to his business when the woman running the stall next to him rushed over, astonished, "Hey, do you know who that female customer was?"

The vendor was taken aback, "Who?"

The woman vendor rolled her eyes at him, "Didn’t you watch the live broadcast of Mayor Huo’s grand wedding yesterday? That was the mayor’s wife!"

Although the woman on TV wore heavy bridal makeup and Jiayi was bare-faced just now, women are typically more observant about these things than men.

The uncle was startled, "Now that you mention it, she does look a bit familiar. That couldn’t be her, could it?"

"It’s the mayor’s wife! You really must be blind! The wife of the mayor herself comes to your stall to buy things, and you just ask her for a selfie or something, and your little stall would have gotten famous, you would have made it big!"

The uncle also felt some regret, "How was I supposed to know the mayor’s wife would come to the market herself to buy things!"

But regret was useless now, as the mayor’s wife had already left, and there was no way to chase her down.

Speaking of which, the uncle couldn’t help but sigh, "But the mayor and his wife really do love each other. The mayor’s wife personally goes to the market to buy ingredients for soup for the mayor. Sigh, my own wife isn’t nearly as good to me."

The female shop owner, with twinkling eyes, offered her strategy, "You could make a call to the media, blow the lid on the story of the mayor’s wife going to the market to make soup for her husband. The media loves this kind of news about the private lives of big shots. You’d get a fee for the scoop and also some publicity for your stall! Silly!"

It was as if the uncle had an epiphany, bursting with joy, "That’s right!" And with that, he busily went to look for a phone.

*

Meanwhile, Jiayi was already far away from the market, carrying a bag. She glanced at the array of ingredients inside and couldn’t help but sigh.

As she walked past the pharmacy where she had bought the birth control pills, an idea struck her, and she decided to go in.

Now that she was married, and since what happened last night had begun, it might be unavoidable in the future.

Regardless, it was necessary to have some backups ready.

In case there was a next time, she would be prepared. Emergency contraception was too damaging to the body, and she couldn’t be expected to take it every time, after all.

Jiayi picked out a box of condoms, paid for them, and put them in her shoulder bag.

After returning to the villa, Jiayi handed off the ingredients to the housekeeper to take to the kitchen, then she went upstairs.

Entering the bedroom, she scanned the room, placed the remaining birth control pills and the condoms into the bottom drawer of a bedside cabinet, and then went downstairs, heading for the kitchen.

Auntie Li and a few other servants had already prepared the lamb and other ingredients for the soup.

Auntie Li was holding a piece of deer penis, and with a meaningful glance at Jiayi, she said, "Madam really knows how to shop, using shape to restore what’s needed."

Jiayi’s face turned a deep red.

Auntie Li did not tease her any further and handed her an apron instead, "Let me teach you how to make it. The soup will probably take a day to simmer, after which it can be sent to the hotel for the young master."

Jiayi put on the apron.

Her cooking skills were such that even boiling noodles could end up a mushy mess.

She had never imagined the first time she would prepare soup, it would be for him.

*

That night, at Shengjing Grand Hotel.

On the top floor, the presidential suite.

All was quiet.

On an Italian leather sofa over marble floor tiles, Huo Zhenyang, having finished a day of entertaining guests, stretched out his arms onto the sides of the sofa, with his polished English leather shoes resting on the knee of his other leg. He seemed at ease and relaxed but his deep, pond-like eyes concealed an indescribable chill.

The joy of his wedding had faded, as if he was waiting for some significant result.

A few minutes later, the sound of leather shoes striking the floor echoed.

George entered from outside the suite, closed the door, came to the living room, stopped, and his face looked somewhat grim, "Boss."

Huo Zhenyang did not look up, but instead lowered his legs, crossed his hands, and leaned forward a few inches on his throne-like posture, elbows on his knees, "Speak."