May The Rest Of My Life Be Sweet To You ( Machine Translation )-Chapter 2232 - Chapter 2232: Being a husband

According to his impression of Gong Mochen's villa, Willam went to the servants'dining hall. Back then, he had been to Gong Mochen's villa, so he was rather familiar with the structure of the villa. It was also a good thing that he had gone to Gong Mochen's villa to look for Lian Lian Bringing Lian Lian back to his side, only today did he have the ability to move around freely in this villa without arousing Ye Xinghun's suspicion.

Was that person the real Ye Xinghun Or was it a clone of Ye Xinghun?

Ye Xinghun's face kept on spinning in his mind. Actually, it was impossible to tell the difference between a clone and a real person from their face and body. Regardless of whether it was their face or body, they were completely the same.

The only difference between a clone and a real person was the person's temperament and the way he spoke.

It was just like the difference between a clone and a real person. One couldn't tell by their face, height, or body shape. However, as long as a clone spoke, the tone of his voice was completely different from his.

The tone of his clone was clearly gentler than his. Furthermore, it wasn't as domineering as his.

He recalled the tone of Ye Xinghun's conversation with him earlier. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the person earlier was the real ye Xinghun. He wasn't a clone of Ye Xinghun.

Just as he was meditating, the maid in the Servant's restaurant said to him, "number 3, come over and eat your dinner. After you're done, we can clean up the dishes. " The maid said.

Number 3 Willam listened to this code name in astonishment. This must be the code name of his clone.

"okay, " he replied and sat at the dining table to eat the food on his plate.

Sure enough, the food here was better than the food of an ordinary clone.

There was bread, a vegetable salad, and a piece of Ham. These were far better than the canned food of compressed biscuits.

Even the naturally picky Willam was satisfied with these. He ate the food on the plate in big mouthfuls and returned the plate to the maid.

"thank you! " He thanked politely.

He really didn't know how his clone usually spoke. He tried his best to be polite and spoke in a gentler tone.

The maid took the plate and wasn't surprised to hear a thank you. She didn't even respond to clone No. 3 and just took the plate away.

Willam turned around and walked out of the maid's restaurant. He was sure that clone No. 3 usually treated the maid this politely.

He looked around the entire villa, wanting to find a clone of Nangong ye. Unfortunately, he wandered around the villa for a long time and didn't see a clone of Nangong ye.

He cursed the unpopular Nangong ye in his heart. Why wasn't there a clone of Nangong ye anywhere?

If there was a clone of Nangong ye, he could call Nangong ye over to help him.

When he walked past a luxurious carved wooden door, he heard the voice of a child lecturing a maid.

"What kind of food is this? Didn't I tell you that you can't Cook it like this? You can't just casually mix the salad with salad dressing and serve it to me.

You have to put some lemon juice in the salad. Also, you don't want this kind of white salad dressing for salad dressing. You want that kind of salad dressing with a little pickled cucumber foam.

More importantly, you have to put a little bit of half-cooked egg yolk juice in it for me. You have to remember, don't make the egg yolk juice ripe for me. You have to make it half-cooked, not raw."

The little boy's voice came clearly from the carved wooden door. That aggressive tone and domineering aura, even through the door, Willam could feel it.

His eyes turned, and the corners of his lips curled into a gratified smile. This domineering tone and this picky movie, it would be strange if it wasn't his son.

Since Young, Xin Ba had been particularly picky when it came to eating. He was as picky as he was, and had his own strict requirements for every kind of food, including the taste of each food must be exactly the same before he was willing to eat it, even if there was a little more or less seasoning.. He would definitely be sent back to the imperial kitchen and have the imperial chef make it again.

He believed that other than XIN BA himself, no other clone of XIN BA would raise such strict requirements. Moreover, this way of eating was the same as his way of eating, and only his own son would have such picky tastes.

Xin Ba was really here. He had finally found his own son.

The maid in the room was obviously tortured to death by this little ancestor.

"Young Master Xin Ba, we talked to the chef about the method you mentioned. This is what he made, " the maid said helplessly.

"Nonsense! If he did as I asked, how could he make a salad that tastes like this?

"Also, this roasted meat is not roasted properly. The meat is not tender enough. Didn't I tell you to beat the beef a thousand times with a Meat Hammer, then marinate it with lemon juice and basil leaves, and put some freshly ground black pepper in it You definitely did not do as I asked,"Xin Ba said.

"Young Master Xin Ba, we all did as you asked and the chef said. The chef also did as you said. But what they did was just like this. Otherwise, you can just make do with it and eat this meal first.

"I'll let them study it carefully and try to make it more similar to your taste tomorrow, " the maid said.

"What a bunch of trash. You can't even teach it like this. Do you have any smarter people here? Call the smarter people up. I suspect that the intelligence of clones like you all has a hole, " Xin Ba said loudly.

Willam, who was standing outside the door, heard footsteps in the corridor. He immediately hid at the corner of the corridor, not letting anyone discover him.

The footsteps gradually reached the carved wooden door. Then, Willam heard the sound of the door opening, followed by the sound of footsteps entering the door.

Only when he heard the door close again did he pop his head out to look at the corridor. The corridor returned to its calm state. There was no sign of anyone.

Willam quickly walked to the wooden door and eavesdropped on the sounds inside.

It was obviously Ye Wei who came into the room. He could hear the conversation between Ye Wei and the maid.

"What's going on? Why hasn't young master Xin BA eaten yet? " Ye Wei asked the maid reproachfully.

"Madam, we are already thinking of ways to cook for young master Xin Ba to eat. But Young Master Xin Ba just said that the taste of our cooking is not right and he won't eat it. The chef has really tried it many times, but no matter how he makes it, it is different from young master Xin BA's taste,"the maid said.

"everyone here has a hole in their iq. Can't you understand what I'm saying? Old Woman, can you call someone who doesn't have a hole in his brain? " Xin Ba said.

Ye Wei heard Xin BA's words and was so angry that her face kept twitching. "What did you say? What did you call me? "