The Little Husband Who Became the Ghost-Faced King

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When Xiji heard the Night King's description, his face turned red. He knew that what he said was true, but he still tried to save face by saying, "Last time doesn't count. It was my first time drinking, so I got drunk. This time, it will definitely not be like last time."

After hearing this, the Night King looked at him with some suspicion, but did not try to stop him from drinking.

So, Xiji happily poured himself a glass of wine, and then poured a glass for Ye Wang, and said happily: My lord, you should drink some too, this wine is delicious.

The Night King looked at Xiji's attentive little appearance and pushed his cup towards him. The meaning was self-evident.

Xiji was delighted by this and without saying much, he filled the Night King's glass.

The Night King looked at Xiji, who was chattering while picking food for him under the warm candlelight. He curled the corners of his lips slightly, and his whole person became much softer.

In a side courtyard of the palace.

The man in white couldn't help but let out a long sigh as he looked at the dishes in front of him, which were as sumptuous as those in previous years. This caused the man in blue, who was serving his master, to look at him with confusion.

After hesitating for a while, he finally asked: Commander Bai, do you feel that today's dishes are not to your taste?

Since everyone present was an acquaintance, the man in white did not hide anything and said directly: No, this year's dishes are better than in previous years.

Qing Yi knew that Bai Shan was telling the truth. Although the chef in their mansion was already a good cook, he was still inferior to Master Xi. Later, Master Xi came to the Ye Palace and did not hide his cooking skills. Naturally, the chef's skills in this mansion were almost catching up with that master's. Therefore, the quality of their food was greatly improved.

If it tastes good, why did Commander Bai sigh? Even though he was regarded as Mr. Guo's most proud disciple, Qingyi still couldn't guess what Baishan was thinking.

When Qingyi asked this question, Mr. Guo next to him leisurely picked up a piece of food with chopsticks and put it into his mouth, then glanced at Baishan from the side, as if rolling his eyes.

Hearing Qingyi's question, Baishan became even more sad and said directly: "My Lord must be enjoying the food cooked by the Master with you at this moment. You have never eaten the food cooked by the Master. I don't know that the Master can make seven or eight different flavors of ordinary rice. Today is a time worth celebrating. The Master will definitely show his special skills and cook many dishes that have never been cooked before. But it seems that I have no chance to have it today."

Qing Yi looked at the mature and steady commander in front of him, and was speechless for a moment. After all this time, he was actually worrying about a bite of food. Although Qing Yi thought so, considering that his rank was higher than hers, she wanted to comfort him a few more times, but she heard the guards' announcement from outside. After letting the people in, they were a little surprised when they saw the food boxes in their hands.

The leader of the group, looking at Qingyi's puzzled expression, quickly explained: We are sending these foods here on the orders of Master Xi. The Master knew that all the adults were spending the New Year at home, so when he was making the New Year's Eve dinner, he also made some for the adults.

Bai Shan and the others were delighted when they heard this. They had never thought that the young master would be so thoughtful. They immediately asked them to put the food on the table and start eating.