The Little Husband Who Became the Ghost-Faced King

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After the cook left with the fish in a troubled mood, Xiji took Mo Shu to process the small peppers they found today, and then randomly gathered other ingredients in the kitchen to prepare for cooking.

When the cook cleaned the fish and handed it to the handsome young man, she was afraid that he would dislike the fishy smell, but the young man put the fish on the chopping board, picked up a knife and started to cut it skillfully, making a few staggered cuts on it, and then put it there for later use.

Mo Shu, is the fire ready? Xiji looked at the fish that were almost cooked and asked Mo Shu who was lighting the fire.

All right, Master. Mo Shu looked at the blazing flames below, raised his head and shouted to Xiji, "You can add oil to the pot now."

Good. Xiji rolled up his sleeves and prepared to start working.

The cook was a little frightened when she saw the young man's exposed thin arms, which were whiter and tenderer than the fairest girl in the village. She thought, this is not okay. If he gets burned here and some untimely blisters appear on his white arms, she would not want to live.

Just as she was about to take a step forward to stop the young master's absurd behavior, before she could get there, she saw the young master skillfully preheating the oil in the pan, holding a spoon in one hand and quickly putting the ingredients around him into the pan with the other. Suddenly, the whole kitchen was filled with an indescribable delicious smell.

Afterwards, she witnessed the birth of a delicious dish with her own eyes. The cook was still a little dazed until the young master and his little follower left with the plate of fish, which was not known how it was cooked.

Please clean up the rest. Xiji looked at the cook who seemed a little dazed for some reason and said politely. Seeing that she still had no reaction, he could not care less and took the food box with the chopped pepper fish and left with Mo Shu. If you don't eat quickly, it will taste bad.

After Xiji left, the cook came back to her senses and slapped her thigh. She didn't care about how the young master made that dirty thing so delicious. She had to cook later and wash the dishes first. When she was about to wash the pot, she saw that there was still a small portion of fish meat at the bottom of the pot, which was emitting an incomparable temptation.

Xiji and Mo Shu took their lunch boxes and found a small pavilion in the garden. They took out the plate of chopped pepper fish head and placed it between them. The master and servant were not particular and were about to start eating with a pair of chopsticks each when they heard a very familiar voice coming from behind them.

What are you doing here?

Next, Xiji watched helplessly as the dishes he had spent so much effort to find the ingredients and prepare fell into other people's mouths. The pain in his heart was indescribable, and he hated it.

Chapter 23 Prelude

After slowly finishing the last bite of fish, Ye Lin raised his head to look at Xiji, raised the corner of his mouth, and said lightly: The taste of this fish is acceptable.

Xiji watched him finish the chopped pepper fish that he had worked so hard to prepare, and acted as if the fish was just barely edible and he was only eating it to give him face.

Xiji really wanted to smash his dog's head and make him vomit out everything he had eaten, but unfortunately he only dared to think about such a heroic thing in his heart and did not dare to show it at all.

Next time I cook, I will cook in this style. After Ye Lin finished eating, he did not forget to order food for himself.

Xiji, who was thinking about something, was startled by Ye Lin's sudden voice, thinking that his little thoughts were exposed. He raised his eyes and secretly glanced at him, and found that there was nothing unusual, so he breathed a sigh of relief and nodded to show that he understood.