My Husband, a Marshal: Conquering the Stars with My Culinary Arts-Chapter 582 - 196: Painted Face_3
Du Xixi stood at the podium, her gaze gentle as she spoke: "Different types of pastries have different requirements for kneading methods. Some require finesse, while others need to be coarse. These are things that need to be slowly explored and practiced."
Even seemingly simple dough kneading has its intricacies. However, today was about experiencing the joy of making food together, and Du Xixi wasn’t intending to adopt a classroom attitude—she wanted to "play" with everyone and keep this experience joyful.
Du Xixi kneaded the dough quickly, and while everyone else was still cautiously kneading their dough as she had instructed, the dough in her hands had already turned into several different colors. She planned to teach everyone how to make some cute animal-shaped dough, like little pigs and rabbits, a common trick on Blue Star.
Once, Du Xixi represented the Du Family in visiting a welfare home to see the children. The snacks she prepared in advance were pastries with different fillings. She made different shaped pastries for each child, according to the information provided by the welfare home staff.
For instance, there was a little girl who was abandoned by her parents at the gate of the welfare home, wrapped only in a small blanket during the winter. She was frail and withdrawn and loved to feed a few tabby cats raised by the director at a corner of the home.
Du Xixi, using the tabby cat as a prototype, made a set of pastries in endearing tabby cat shapes. This surprise brought the little girl to tears of joy. She clung to Du Xixi for the rest of the day and was reluctant to let go when Du Xixi had to leave, pleading for her to visit again when she had the time.
At that moment, Du Xixi just wanted to find the little girl’s parents and give them a good beating. Regardless of any hardships they might have faced, abandoning a child was plainly wrong. Could it be they were really driven to desperation and abandoning their child was the only way they could survive?
Du Xixi didn’t believe it, and she always looked down on such people. Although she didn’t have time to visit the welfare home afterward due to practicing her culinary skills, she would personally make many delicious and beautiful pastries and have someone deliver them to the home.
Especially for that little girl, Du Xixi would always make a few extra for her each time, just hoping the child could be a little happier.
The past felt like smoke, and whenever she thought of it, Du Xixi couldn’t help but feel a sense of longing. But she managed the dough while planning to proceed to the next step once everyone finished kneading theirs, only to notice three people standing at a table near the door. They were clearly the three weighty mysterious "Referees."
Du Xixi lightly lifted the corners of her lips, a slight hint of amusement in her eyes, because she noticed how seriously these three were immersed in experiencing the food... completely oblivious to everyone.
Though it was His Majesty Tosuo who occupied the entire table, neither the Iron-eating Beast nor the Minister of the Military went to other tables—instead, they directly pulled some nearly ready dough from His Majesty Tosuo’s bowl, curiously kneading and stretching it in their hands.
The two were too lazy to start from scratch and wanted to take the easy way out, but His Majesty Tosuo was not pleased and outright demanded the two return the pulled dough. Fortunately, with many onlookers exchanging glances, the commotion among the three wasn’t very noticeable.
Du Xixi watched them intently, seeing the Iron-eating Beast’s furry hands kneading a good amount of fur into the dough already. Meanwhile, the Minister of the Military, out of curiosity, directly placed the dough on his uniform, seemingly wanting to see how the dough would interact with the slightly rough fabric, only to find the dough sticking to it. Upon removing it, quite a bit of the uniform’s dark green fine hair mixed into it.
Simply put, these two batches of dough couldn’t be used anymore.
His Majesty Tosuo: ...
"Ah! Give me back my dough!" The voice bellowed by His Majesty Tosuo was already the loudest in the room, drawing attention and causing the room to suddenly quiet down, all eyes turning to their table.
However, as His Majesty Tosuo plunged into rage, the Iron-eating Beast and the Minister of the Military were somewhat embarrassed, so much so that they hadn’t noticed the entire room’s attention converging on them as they awkwardly tried to explain themselves.
Du Xixi squinted her eyes, seeing the Iron-eating Beast and the Minister of the Military stuffing the two spoiled batches back into His Majesty Tosuo’s hands, then proceeding to explain themselves, one statement after another.
Yet His Majesty Tosuo merely snorted coldly, tossing the two batches onto the table, and then loudly pounding it, starting an exceptionally well-organized "reprimand" toward the other two, who held no low status themselves.
The Iron-eating Beast and the Minister of the Military listened, acknowledging their faults, while His Majesty Tosuo issued his rebuke in a fit of rage. But when Tosuo pounded the table, it was with such force that some spilled flour lofted into the air, catching the three of them off guard as it swirled around, leaving everyone momentarily speechless as they looked at the trio.
Not to mention His Majesty Tosuo, already pale, with flour on his face made little difference, but the Iron-eating Beast with flour turned into a large flour ball, and the Minister of the Military, with dark skin, was left with stark white marks from the flour.
Du Xixi couldn’t help but cover her mouth and chuckle quietly. Hmm, these three Referees have all turned into clowns!
