My Husband, a Marshal: Conquering the Stars with My Culinary Arts-Chapter 583 - 197 Edible Iron-eating Beast

As bold as Du Xixi, she had already begun laughing, be it lightly or heavily, obviously or subtly. But the timid ones, fearing that their laughter might anger the three, were holding back their laughter, either glancing sideways or turning their heads away, afraid that they might burst out laughing.

Nonetheless, the laughter from the bold ones was enough to disrupt the ones indulging in their "you scold, I listen" routine after the flour dispersed.

The sounds of laughter from all around reached the ears of the Iron-eating Beast and the other two. His Majesty Tosuo paused his lecturing, noticing the flour traces on the face of the Minister of the Military, whose head was slightly lowered.

Upon closer inspection, not only did the dark-skinned Minister of the Military have flour traces on his face and his dark green military uniform, the Iron-eating Beast standing beside him was also covered in flour. Despite having black and white fur, the black fur was speckled with flour, subtly appearing gray, looking like a large lump of dough indeed! 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Both were already in this messy state, and Tosuo didn’t need to look in the mirror to know that his current image was probably no better.

All three noticed the mess on each other’s bodies, exchanged glances, and found themselves speechless. They were too engrossed in lecturing and listening earlier, oblivious to when the others had started watching. The laughter of the others "reminded" them that the flour had ruined their image.

The two majesties represented their respective empires, while the Minister represented the Military Department of the Blue Star Empire. For all three, their image was not to be tarnished. Their minds were flooded with emotions, but they quickly calmed down, pondering how to salvage their image.

But... even if they fell and made a fool of themselves, they could always say they were unwell. Being plastered with flour was something they hadn’t experienced before—how should they explain this?

The three felt lost for words.

Finally, it was Du Xixi who came to their rescue. She thought it wasn’t right to let these three heavyweight "referees" lose face here today, regardless of the reason, she needed to say something: "It seems our three referees truly love flour, but just loving flour isn’t enough; if left unattended, the dough will dry out. Why not also learn to love dough?"

If left unattended, the dough would dry out merely because its surface moisture evaporated. Adding some water and kneading it would restore it to its previous suppleness. Du Xixi said this simply to give these three, who were gradually growing embarrassed, a way out.

With Du Xixi’s stepping stone, everyone followed suit. It was the first time the Iron-eating Beast had engaged in conversation with Du Xixi in a while. His sturdy body shook, shaking off the flour and reverting to his black and white fluffy appearance. He smiled broadly at Du Xixi from afar, innocently saying, "Madam is right, let’s keep kneading the dough!"

"Yes." The Minister of the Military followed suit after the Iron-eating Beast, albeit in a concise manner, with just this word of response and nothing more. Fortunately, Du Xixi was familiar with his personality and didn’t find this unusual.

The two people familiar with Du Xixi responded first, while it was His Majesty Tosuo, who had been snatched two small lumps of dough, who lagged behind. He pouted but couldn’t resist Du Xixi’s gentle gaze, grumbling softly, "Hmph, still kneading dough, isn’t it me doing the hard work while these two fools mess things up in the end!"

Despite his words, Tosuo actually enjoyed the feeling of kneading dough. This time, he had learned his lesson. While the other two stood with arms folded, feigning ignorance, he directly pulled over two large bowls, poured adequate amounts of flour and water inside, and forcefully pressed the Iron-eating Beast’s and the Minister’s hands into the bowls: "You two knead! Don’t think about stealing my dough!"

Although his manner seemed forceful, seemingly too rude, he remembered to put clean gloves on the furry hands of the Iron-eating Beast, evidently learning from experience, not wanting any animal fur in the dough they kneaded.

With hands already smeared with flour and water, sticky dough clinging to them, the Iron-eating Beast and the Minister had no choice but to follow Tosuo’s lead in kneading the dough.

Everything returned to normal, Du Xixi heaved a sigh of relief, standing at the podium organizing others to continue with the unfinished dough, secretly amused all the while.