As soon as Xuan Mo raised his eyes, he saw Han Xiaoxi's somewhat unnatural expression, and after a brief speculation, he knew that something was wrong with her emotions.

"What are you thinking?"

Xuan Mo skillfully uses pots and pans, and handles the ingredients easily, his appearance is comparable to that of a celebrity chef, although he has not touched the pots for a long time, he still has good basic skills in cutting vegetables.

"...... the hell you have"

Han Xiaoxi himself knew that there was always something wrong with his suspicions, but he still hesitated to ask the Night King.

"You...... Who did you cook for?"

Xuan Mo fell his gaze back to the pot, carefully removed the vegetable leaves, and then carefully handled the vegetable leaves, throwing away all the stale parts.

"Needless to say, of course it's my father. ”

It turned out that Xuan Mo's desire to speak just now stopped because of this......

He didn't answer, and that simple hesitation made Han Xiaoxi think too much.

Moreover, his father had been missing for many years......

At the mention of this, Xuan Mo's eyes still had a loss that could not be hidden, and he struggled to put all his emotions and attention on his hands, and washed the vegetable leaves repeatedly.

The more this is the case, the more distressing it is.

All those pains and despairs, those pains of losing his father, he carried them all like this.

The Night King is not made of stone, so naturally he still has such a mood, which is also human nature, and should not be ignored and avoided.

Han Xiaoxi immediately hugged him gently from behind his waist and along his waistline, feeling the body of the Night King, the special temperature seemed to be a little stiff.

But in her arms, it gradually softened, which seemed to be Han Xiaoxi's special charm.

"Lord Night, I'm sorry......"

She remembered that she was still so willful in the past, and the Lord of the Night always liked to bully herself.

Only then did I understand what the Night King had endured during that time, so that he was so demanding that he could care more about him and not always avoid him.

She didn't understand it until now.

But it's not too late.

She sniffed the faint aroma of the Night King, felt his temperature carefully, and rubbed her little face gently against his back.

Her height was only up to his waist, perhaps because the Night King was so tall, she was like a chicken, and she could only rely on him instinctively.

"Lord Night King......

"Today I can only make a few dishes. ”

Xuan Mo interrupted Han Xiaoxi's words in advance, as if he was afraid that she would say something soft, so he deliberately said so.

"Do you make some food? Oh, okay. ”

She let go of her hand blankly, and then looked at Xuan Mo in surprise, always feeling that something was wrong with him.

But I can't tell what's wrong.

In fact, Xuan Mo was heating the oil in the pan, and it was because she was worried that Han Xiaoxi would be scalded by the hot oil, so she deliberately let go of her hand earlier.

Furthermore......

He has an unspeakable reason.

Even the Night King, who had been cold, turned red with red eyes.

Han Xiaoxi didn't notice it at all, because Lord Night King was too good at covering it up, and there was no hesitation in the action of stir-frying, plus his height was very high, and he lowered his head, so he wouldn't be discovered by Han Xiaoxi at all.

He's always managed himself well.

But why was he so moved on the night before the wedding?

Presumably because of this little woman, she touches his heart too softly on weekdays.

Xuan Mo called Han Xiaoxi to wait in the dining room, as soon as the kitchen was fired, it would become extremely hot, so as not to make her uncomfortable.

But in fact, she didn't plan to leave at all, just kept squatting next to Xuan Mo.

She is not the person who is greedy for enjoyment, and it is more important to accompany Xuanmo all the time.

Her quiet companionship was like the most powerful hug, soothing Xuan Mo's heartache little by little, and he finally ......

And I have something to guard.

When Xuan Mo stir-fried the dish out of the pot, Han Xiaoxi thoughtfully helped him put the dishes away, and the two could finally enjoy the food in the world of the two of them quietly.

Let her try the Night King's craft.

Han Xiaoxi gently picked up a vegetable leaf, then slowly put it into his mouth, chewing it carefully, and the expression that was still unfinished explained everything.

For some reason, she found the aroma of the meal to be particularly attractive, with the salt and sugar contained in it in just the right amount of flavor.

She asked Xuanmo curiously.

"How the hell is this dish made so delicious?"

Xuan Mo smiled and pushed the dishes in front of Han Xiaoxi, as if he didn't plan to eat with him, and then explained to her carefully.

"Actually, when you were eating before, I had already figured out your preferences little by little, and then specially adapted the dishes to your tastes. So all the dishes you eat now are tailor-made for you......"

It turns out that there is a husband who has a super high IQ and EQ and can do spells, and it turns out that this is the feeling.

Even your preferences can be felt.

The moonlight at night softly sprinkled on the courtyard of the underworld, softening everything in the room little by little through the window, and the air and fragrance also became softer.

His gaze seemed to be half a point more gentle than this silver glow, just staring at Han Xiaoxi with affection was enough to make her jump cautiously, and she couldn't do anything at all.

"You...... Why don't you do something else, okay? I can't even eat. ”

When Han Xiaoxi said this, she thought that she thought that Xuan Mo was too ugly, so she refused to dine with the Night King.

This is not to be laughed to death by the whole earth.

The Night King personally accompanied the meal, and was even disgusted by the Night Princess......

"What did you say? Did I insult your eyes?"

Xuan Mo really misunderstood her.

She hurriedly gave him a greasy kiss, and then looked at him with a smile.

The's appearance was a little cute, she said quickly.

"No, I'm just a little worried, worried that I'm going to eat the Night King directly. And I'm a little hungry now, I still have to eat first, I guess it's too late tomorrow morning, it's already midnight. ”

Han Xiaoxi was worried about whether he would be able to get up earlier tomorrow and whether he would be able to handle the complicated etiquette process.

She thought with her toes, and she could also think that tomorrow's ritual might not be so simple, and that there were many ways to play with flowers if Ming'er and others could do such a thing as poisoning.

She stared at Xuan Mo, and her flattering eyes were like hooks, directly hooking the heart of the Night King.

Xuan Mo couldn't stand this overly sultry look, and finally got up and turned his back.

"You have a good meal, I'll go make up the bed, and you go back to your room early." ”

Xuan Mo was not worried that Han Xiaoxi would eat himself, what he was worried about was that because he had taken a warm tonic medicine with partial yang, he was afraid that Han Xiaoxi would really not be able to get out of bed at that time.

She will have to straighten her waist tomorrow and wear that heavy phoenix crown.

Han Xiaoxi nodded hurriedly, and then quietly picked up the rice in his bowl, just looking at the cold moonlight, watching the figure of Lord Night King disappear at the door.

She looked at the floor tiles outside the door and sighed silently.

She is about to enter a new state, and she doesn't know if she can take the position of the Night Princess, let alone whether she can really stay with the Night King for life.

What if she loves him very much, and she meets an indescribable third party in the middle?

If she doesn't want to have a baby, will the Night King force herself, and what will she do when the time comes?

But that's not all she worries.

Just as she was chewing and slowly eating the rice cooked by the Night King's own hands, she noticed a strange fluctuation of spiritual power, very similar to the breath of a child.

Although she had suppressed it to the extreme, at such a close distance, Han Xiaoxi could still clearly feel that her spiritual power fluctuations were very powerful.

Far more powerful than the concubine she had seen before.

When he saw Cheng'er again, Han Xiaoxi also opened his mouth wide, not because of the skyrocketing spiritual power of Cheng'er, but because Ming'er's facial features had also changed......

Her originally gentle facial features have become sharper, and she can only vaguely see that she looks like the original her.

"Hmph. ”

As soon as she entered, she sat in the seat where the Night King had just sit, and her condescending momentum did not change at all.

"What are you doing, visiting someone's palace at night, and swaggering like that?"

Han Xiaoxi is not interested in arguing with Xuan'er, it is a fact that Xuan'er has never given up Xuanmo, and it is not surprising that she wants to do something to Han Xiaoxi.

But......

The change in her mother still surprised her a little.

"What for...... What do you do......"

Ming'er obviously understood Han Xiaoxi's words, but she deliberately played such a trick and pretended not to understand, so she looked at him on the left.

"Princess Yu'er, it's already deep, you should go back and rest early. ”

What Han Xiaoxi said was not a kind word, there was obvious cruelty in that tone, she was not afraid of Cheng'er at all, after all, from tomorrow onwards, she would be the mistress of this underworld.

"Go back and rest sooner? Do you know what you and I have suffered. Tomorrow, you will not be able to get married, so I will put it here. ”

Ming'er propped her arms on the table, her high nostrils were facing Han Xiaoxi, her cold face looked sharper, and even the corners of her jaw became a lot wider.

Such a change......

But Han Xiaoxi didn't expect it.

Many women will take care of their facial features more delicately, which is a normal thing, but it can develop in the direction of a child, but it can be ......

Some deformities.

Han Xiaoxi always felt that something was wrong, so he touched the chopsticks in his hand as soon as he raised his hand, and then squatted down to pick up the chopsticks.

Only then was I surprised to find that my legs were covered with dense thigh hair, which ......

Isn't that a telltale feature of many men?

Coupled with Chang'er's wide jaw angle, it is difficult for Han Xiaoxi not to associate it.