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As He Changqi looked at his friends holding their full bellies leaning back against their seats, burping with satisfaction, the corners of his mouth couldnāt help but twitch.
Luckily he had noticed that the situation was turning a little strange, so he had sent all the servants out of the room. Otherwise, if they had let their servants witness that battle just now, their servants would have surely thought that the whole group of gentlemen had been switched out for some imposters- and not just any imposters, but the hungriest of the hungry from the capitalās most starving beggars!
After he looked again at the empty plates and dishes on the table that had practically been licked clean, He Changqi couldnāt even be bothered to say anything.
Once the hungry ghosts before him had rested for a while, Heir Zheng slammed his palm on the table unhappily. āBrother He, youāre too selfish! Weāve always invited you to join us for meals and drinks! The food here is so delicious, how could you wait until today to invite us to your estate for a meal?ā
Lord Ge shot a sideways glance at He Changqi, whose expression was turning dark. When he thought back to Madam Zouās actions just now, he realised that the situation was a little delicate. He Changqi had also been wolfing down food like he hadnāt eaten in days. This was probably his first time eating such amazing cuisine, too.
Lord Ge didnāt blame He Changqi like Heir Zheng did. He simply leaned back against his chair without any consideration for his image as he sipped at some old duck soup to satisfy his remaining cravings. Somewhat sourly, he said, āHe Sanlangās quite the lucky one. He deserves to go all the way to that terrible northern border! I pitied that brat at first, but now, Iāve lost all pity for him. If he were right here in front of me now, Iād tell him, āyou deserve itā!ā
Now that the sweet and sour pork ribs were all gone, Marquis Weiyuan and Lord Ge were the best of buds again. āPoor He Sanlang the Fair!ā
After eating his fill, Xiao Bojian kept a low profile. His eyes were half-shut and his long lashes hid the pools of emotion in his eyes. He pinched his left index finger with his right thumb and index finger. Thanks to the spiciness of the fish from earlier, his thin lips were flushed red. No one could see the dissatisfaction and resentment in his eyes. He remained as still as a statue.
If Heir Zheng wasnāt familiar with his personality, he might have asked his senior brother about his mood.
Xiao Bojianās eyes swept over He Changqi, a hidden glint in their depths.
All of this should have been his!
Lianāer personally cooking for him, praising Lianāerās skills in front of his friends, Lianāer helping him to manage the householdā¦ Facing each day as a couple, exchanging sweet nothings, supporting each other through the trials of lifeā¦
Right after the group had just finished an unforgettable meal, a manservant entered the room with a wine gourd in hand.
The manservant looked at the now-empty dishes on the table with shock. He blinked a few times in disbelief before coming to his senses. He quickly walked over to He Changqiās side and lowered his voice to ask, āEldest Young Master, doā¦ do you still want to serve this wine?ā
The manservant had gone to fetch the ten year oldwas considered one of the strongest spirits in the capital and packed a punch. Furthemore, the men couldnāt bring themselves to eat any of the food that the main kitchen had sent over, so they ended up drinking even more than usual.
An hour later, everyone was a drunk, incoherent mess- even He Changqi, who usually had a great tolerance for alcohol, was no exception.
When the manservant saw the state the men were in, he could only order some servants to bring them to their rooms for a good rest.
The seemingly woozy Xiao Bojian was brought to a private room by an average-looking manservant. Once they were alone, his originally misty eyes abruptly awakened. His gaze was sober and calm, completely lacking any sign of his earlier drunkenness.
The average-looking manservant, who was One in disguise, bowed to his master. āMaster, youāre not drunk?ā
Xiao Bojian made a vague sound in reply before rubbing his temples. āFollow me to the inner court of the Jingāan Estate. Leave Nineteen here to guard this place.ā