Chapter 1923

Simply couldn't be bothered to argue with Wu Zhong this sycophant, but Ye Zhangqing had just pulled out a lounge chair from his Space Ring, and Huang Chong hadn't even reacted yet, only seeing Wu Zhong already step forward.

With a respectful expression, he took the lounge chair from the dazed Ye Zhangqing's hands.

"Shī xiōng, I'll handle it."

Huh???

Watching Wu Zhong carefully place the lounge chair in the sunniest spot of the Yuàn zhōng, and then lay down a beautifully patterned, soft blanket on it.

"Shī xiōng, this is a gold-thread blanket; though not exactly a treasure, it also has the effect of calming the mind and focusing the spirit, allowing you to rest more comfortably."

"Thank you."

Upon hearing that, Ye Zhangqing gave a strange-looking thanks, while Wu Zhong retreated behind the lounge chair, assuming again the pose of eyes on nose, nose on heart.

With a complex expression, he leaned onto the lounge chair; needless to say, after laying down the gold-thread blanket, the feeling was different, huh.

Uh-oh, how did I get this comfortable feeling.

Lying comfortably, Ye Zhangqing felt somewhat complicated; this service from Wu Zhong made him feel comfortable for some reason, inexplicably thinking it was a good thing.

As for Huang Chong not far away, his sense of crisis had already exploded.

The opponent is too strong; after these few exchanges, he was completely caught off guard, thoroughly crushed.

Looking at Wu Zhong standing one step behind the lounge chair, Huang Chong's inner pressure was huge.

If this continues, isn't he going to become invisible?

Gritting his teeth silently, Huang Chong swore he would find a chance to turn things around; otherwise, in the future before Ye Zhangqing Shī xiōng, wouldn't he have less and less presence.

Time trickled by, the Yuàn zhōng quiet, Ye Zhangqing comfortably enjoyed the sunbath, while Wu Zhong and Huang Chong remained silent.

Attending respectfully at his sides.

However, during this time, Huang Chong several times tried to show himself, but Wu Zhong always got there first.

When peeling a spiritual fruit, Huang Chong just about to act, Wu Zhong had already peeled it and placed it before Ye Zhangqing.

Moreover, this guy even shaped it; damn, it left Huang Chong staring wide-eyed.

After finishing the spiritual tea, Huang Chong was about to refill, but Wu Zhong had already respectfully brought it to Ye Zhangqing's lips.

Anyway, no matter what, Huang Chong always seemed to be a step behind.

The end result was being one step slow, then step by step slow; no matter what he did, the final outcome was that he could only stand aside resentfully watching.

Watching how Wu Zhong served Ye Zhangqing so comfortably.

Gritting his teeth, after a morning passed, Huang Chong was utterly anxious; if this continues, will there still be a place for him, Huang someone?

In this short morning, Huang Chong already felt his presence approaching zero.

Just as he grew increasingly anxious in his heart, finally it was mealtime; Ye Zhangqing originally planned to cook.

Seeing the situation, without waiting for him to speak, Wu Zhong proactively asked with great perceptiveness.

"Shī xiōng, what would you like to eat for lunch? Junior brother's cooking skill may not match Shī xiōng's, but I can still manage some simple dishes."

Upon hearing that, Ye Zhangqing looked at Wu Zhong with a complex expression, almost forgetting that this 'sycophant' is also a Young City Lord, whose culinary skill is obviously not something Huang Chong can compare to.

A simple meal, Wu Zhong will definitely have no problem.

Besides, eating someone else's cooking is also a good choice for Ye Zhangqing, as the saying goes, 'neighbor's pot smells fragrant'.

So he didn't refuse Wu Zhong's suggestion; upon hearing it, Ye Zhangqing nodded in thanks, then simply ordered a few dishes.

Upon hearing that, Wu Zhong understood, letting Ye Zhangqing wait a moment while he himself turned and walked into the kitchen.

Seeing this, Huang Chong only felt helpless.

This truly can't be helped; after all, he knows his own cooking skill, which simply cannot compare to Wu Zhong's.

Having him cook for Ye Zhangqing is something he dare not even think; by then, forget about boosting his presence, just not ruining it would be good.

So Huang Chong could only exert effort in other aspects.

For example, serving dishes and such; these simple tasks he could fully handle.

Wu Zhong's speed is very fast, and since he's cooking for Ye Zhangqing, he uses his own ingredients, which are not low grade.

Moreover, throughout the entire process, Wu Zhong is extremely conscientious and meticulous, striving to make each step as perfect as possible.

It's as if he's participating in the culinary assessment of the Cooking King Immortal City.

Even when Huang Chong entered the kitchen, preparing to serve the dishes, seeing the plating so exquisitely perfect, he was momentarily stunned without realizing it.

Damn, is it necessary to go to such extremes?

With a complex expression, he looked at Wu Zhong, Huang Chong saying resentfully.

"Young City Lord, then I'll bring this dish up to Ye Zhangqing Shī xiōng."

You cook, I serve; in Huang Chong's view that's fine, you can't not give me this chance to show my face, can you?

But who would have thought, upon hearing Huang Chong's words, Wu Zhong replied with a serious expression.

"Wait, we haven't done the poison test yet."

Huh???

Upon hearing that, Huang Chong was completely dazed, poison test? Test what poison?

"Isn't this unnecessary? There are just the three of us in the courtyard, and this dish was personally made by the Young City Lord."

Damn, there are only three of us, and this dish you made yourself—what need is there for a poison test?

Could any of us possibly be poisoning someone?

But upon hearing Huang Chong's words, Wu Zhong directly turned his head, speaking with a reprimand.

"Junior brother, this is your mistake; matters concerning Ye Zhangqing Shī xiōng—how can there be trivialities? Even if only the three of us are in this courtyard, trying it out is never harmful."

Okay okay okay, your words are righteous and noble; I'm left speechless, not bad.

Upon hearing Wu Zhong's words, Huang Chong only felt he had run out of words.

We've said it all; what else is there to say.

Immediately, Wu Zhong took out a silver‑needle‑like magic treasure used specifically to test for poison, tested the dishes, and after confirming they were non‑toxic, signaled that Huang Chong could serve the food.

However, as Huang Chong served the dishes, Wu Zhong continued to instruct him tirelessly.

"Your fingers must not rest on the edge of the plate; do you have a jade plate? Place it on a jade plate."

Huh???

Hearing that even serving a dish required a jade plate, Huang Chong stood there speechless—what nonsense is this?

Seeing Huang Chong's expression, Wu Zhong knew he didn't have one.

Quite unprofessional, he then took out a green jade plate from his Space Ring.

First he placed the dishes on the jade plate, then had Huang Chong hold the plate to serve the food.

"This jade plate is made of Qingtian jade, its grade is a bit low; I'll have the family make a Yellow Dragon Jade plate tomorrow so it's worthy of your senior brother status— for now just make do with this."

"Go ahead, serve the dishes so the senior brother can eat, and be careful."

Leaving the kitchen, holding the Qingtian jade plate, Huang Zhong was completely dazed— is this really the young master of a great family?

Damn, using Qingtian jade as a tray? Their Huang family's jade thumb ring, symbolizing the head's status, is also made of Qingtian jade.