The Little Husband Who Became the Ghost-Faced King

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When he heard steady breathing sounds beside him, the Night King, who was supposed to rest with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes, turned his head inward, looked at Xiji, who was curled up in the quilt and looked particularly well-behaved, stretched out a hand with distinct joints, and slowly stroked his face, and finally the hand stopped on his plump lips.

The next day, Xiji woke up very early. The first thing he felt when he woke up was soreness in his legs. With experience, Xiji immediately knew that this was because of a whole day of riding yesterday.

Thinking of this, he sighed helplessly. He didn't know how many times he had complained about the pampered state of this body.

After taking a look at the gray sky outside, Xiji adjusted himself for a while, then looked at the Night King who was still sleeping beside him, and got up carefully without touching his body.

After Xiji left, the Night King slowly opened his eyes. There was not a trace of sleepiness in those clear eyes.

Xiji limped to the kitchen. The servants who had gotten up early to prepare breakfast were surprised to see him. They were obviously very surprised that Xiji appeared here so early.

Xiji looked at the surprised crowd and smiled slightly: I would like to borrow some kitchen tools to make something, is it convenient?

The steward was a little surprised that Xiji showed up here so early, but when he heard his words, he immediately agreed. He did not forget how difficult the adult was to serve yesterday, and how good this boy's cooking skills were. If this boy cooked, they would probably not be blamed.

Seeing that the steward agreed, he didn't say anything more. He found some ingredients he needed and started to get busy.

Xiji was very quick. He first took a clay pot and put in the brown rice and glutinous rice mixed in a certain proportion, then added water and let it cook slowly, and then went on to prepare other things.

Others only saw the delicate and weak young man in front of them, who skillfully cut the meat and vegetables into small dices. When the meat was cut into small pieces, the porridge cooking on the fire just made a sound and bubbling.

Xiji put the diced meat and some vegetables that were difficult to cook in the pot first, and when it started to bubble up again, he took it aside and estimated the time. Then he put it back on the fire to bubble up, and then took it aside again. He repeated this three times, and the pot of porridge gave off a rich aroma.

When Xiji saw that it was almost done, he picked it up for the last time and put it aside. Then he took out the kimchi that he had pickled some time ago and put in a bamboo tube, poured out half of it, and cut it into cubes that were easy to eat with rice.

By the time he finished preparing the kimchi, the porridge was almost done, so he asked someone to help take them out. When he got outside, he saw King Ye sitting there upright waiting for dinner.

As soon as he saw Xiji coming to the hall, the Night King's eyes moved to his face. In just a moment, his sharp eyes moved to the things they were holding.

Seeing this, Xiji quickened his pace, came to the Night King, put the breakfast he had prepared in front of him, and said with a smile: "Sir, would you like to eat?"

The Night King looked up at him and nodded slightly, agreeing with what he said.

Seeing that Ye Wang nodded, Xiji quickly opened the earthenware jar, poured out two bowls of porridge, gave one to Ye Wang, and placed one in front of himself. Then he placed the cut kimchi in front of Ye Wang, and said with a smile: "My lord, please try it. This is a new dish I made recently."