"Okay, no need to wait here, you and Qingxi can eat."

"Yes, Master."

If it were any other day, Qingxuan would definitely not leave, but today there was roast duck. When he was preparing the roast duck for his prince, the aroma wafted into his nose, making him want to have a full meal right away.

But no matter how much he wanted to eat, he still had his reason. The prince was still hungry, so how could he, as a guard, eat first?

Only after the prince has eaten, can it be his and Qingxi's turn.

However, the prince was considerate of them and told him not to stay and serve them.

Qingxuan walked out of the room and ran to the kitchen. Seeing a roast duck lying on the chopping board, he picked it up and ate it without hesitation.

As soon as I took a bite, my taste buds were conquered.

No matter what, he is the personal bodyguard of the current prince.

Although the prince and his men were not particular about food in the military camp, as long as they had food to eat during a war, it was fine.

But in the palace, he still ate a lot of delicacies from land and sea.

But no other dish had ever had such a big impact on him.

You know, as soon as he took a bite, he heard a slight crackling sound, indicating that the crispy roast duck skin had an extremely perfect texture. It was fragrant and crispy when chewed, and it didn't feel greasy at all.

Next came the tender and juicy duck meat. Every bit of duck meat had a mellow taste, telling him how delicious it was.

The key is that the rich aroma of roast duck is mixed with a subtle hint of special seasoning, making the taste of roast duck rich and diverse.

What surprised him most was the fusion of light sweetness and saltiness, which intertwined and collided on the tip of his tongue. Every bite left him with an endless aftertaste.

Qingxuan sped up his eating and before he knew it, he had finished the whole roast duck.

He reached out to grab the duck meat again, but found nothing. He looked at the table and saw only bones.

"Qingxuan, have you given the roast duck to the prince? The remaining one is for the two of us to eat. How can we have meat without wine? Look, I bought some wine from the villagers."

Qingxuan was just shocked that he had eaten a big roast duck, but then he heard what Qingxi said.

Looking at the pile of bones, Qingxuan quickly stood up and turned around.

"Qingxi, how can you drink alcohol while on duty?"

"Okay, okay, if you don't want to drink, then don't drink. I can eat roast duck, right? Where's the roast duck? Where's my roast duck?"

"The roast duck has been sent to the prince."

"They've all been sent to me."

"Um."

"Qingxuan, those are two big roast ducks, each weighing more than seven kilograms. No matter how much of a eater Your Highness is, it's impossible for him to eat two."

"Why, you think I would lie to you."

"No, I just..."

"Okay, we have an extra one million kilograms of grain. We need to deliver it to every county in Qingshan. We also need to ensure that the grain is actually used for the disaster victims. The task is heavy, so don't delay."

"I know, but you have to let me eat enough, otherwise I won't have the energy to work."

"Okay, okay, of course I won't let you starve. We'll go to town later and I'll order you two bowls of wontons."

"That's what you said, two bowls."

"Uh-huh."

Qingxi touched the little silver left in his arms and felt secretly happy. He didn't expect that he could still get money from Qingxuan.

But as soon as he turned around, he happened to see something on the table behind Qingxuan.

"Ah! Qingxuan, give me back my roast duck."