The Little Husband Who Became the Ghost-Faced King

07

Not sure why, but Ye Lin thought of the equally dusty master and servant he saw last night. He gave an order to the servants waiting outside, then started playing with the things in his hand again, with a faint smile on his lips.

Fang Jian walked nervously on the way to meet Wang. Ever since he learned that Li Cheng, who was on duty with him, was punished, he had been anxiously waiting for his punishment.

Who knew that after so many days, he still hadn't received any notification. Just when he thought he had been forgotten, he heard the king summon him directly.

At that moment, he felt his heart stopped for a few seconds. The fear of an unknown fate made him wonder how he got here.

Looking at the beautifully decorated door in front of him, Fang Jian swallowed his saliva, walked in stiffly while listening to the doorman's message. As soon as he entered, he knelt down and saluted, "King."

Ye Lin looked at the man in front of him expressionlessly. Through the mask, he could only feel the cold gaze falling on him.

Fang Jian felt his back was wet with cold sweat. After kneeling for about two incense sticks of time, the king on the throne spoke softly, "Is it delicious?"

Fang Jian was a little confused at first. He looked up and found that Wang was still looking at him straight, as if waiting for his answer.

Delicious, what is delicious? Fang Jian was confused, but soon he seemed to have thought of something and immediately knew what Wang was asking. Wang already knew clearly about the mistakes they had made.

After thinking carefully for two seconds, Fang Jian knew that they could not hide it from the king, so he decided to answer truthfully. The food made by the young master was indeed delicious, and many of the dishes were unprecedented. It was because his subordinates could not resist the temptation that they broke the rules privately. Please punish me, king.

Ye Lin looked at the man who, as he spoke, dropped his head to the ground, looking very embarrassed.

Ye Lin always had strict discipline when employing people, and his subordinates dared not break the rules easily. The guards in his mansion were well-trained, and they would never show mercy to unidentified prisoners on weekdays, and would not fall into other people's traps easily. Who would have thought that this time he would make an exception because of a young man.

Thinking of that day, when he saw the boy who looked more timid than a cat, huddled together with his servant with a look of fear on his face, he suddenly felt unhappy.

In this case, I would like to taste what it is like to eat a delicacy that can make you disobey orders one after another. Ye Lin said calmly, looking at the man who suddenly raised his head because of his words, and then said: Of course, punishment is inevitable, go to the criminal law room and receive 15 lashes.

After hearing his words, Fang Jian, who originally thought that he would be skinned alive even if he didn't die after leaving here, was so happy that he didn't know how to react. He didn't dare to stand up. He kowtowed to Ye Lin obediently, muttering: Thank you, King.

Okay, go down. I will taste what I command you to do within three days.

Yes. After hearing Wang's words, Fang Jian stood up tremblingly and turned to leave.

Not until the man left did Ye Lin turn his head to look at the silly sparrow outside. A chuckle appeared on his lips, and he said with interest: I don’t know how that weak little thing has such good skills. I hope it won’t let me down, otherwise it will be too boring.

Not long after Fang Jian went back, Xiji received a very strange commission. The person who had just sworn to him that he would not accept the food he cooked was now standing in front of him and asking him to take out one of his specialties so that he could give it away as a gift.