My Husband, a Marshal: Conquering the Stars with My Culinary Arts-Chapter 584 - 197: Edible Version Iron-eating Beast_2

She wasn’t secretly amused by how those three were acting like "obedient kids" now; it was the detail of the Iron-eating Beast Your Majesty putting on gloves that reminded her of the two Iron-eating Beast students she mentored back on CD-0329 Star.

Those two adult Iron-eating Beasts had specifically traveled there to learn culinary skills from Du Xixi, so the fine fur on their hands had been specially treated. During each culinary practice, they ensured their fur wouldn’t fall into the food.

But when Du Xixi thought about their later stages, she remembered their shaved fine hair had grown back, in batches, not only did it look amusing, but once, out of curiosity, she watched them chop vegetables and noticed the short fine hair looked like newly harvested wheat stubble, flipping it revealed a whole section. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Du Xixi suddenly wanted to laugh, not the distant polite smile, but a genuine smile from the heart that made her feel truly happy.

It’s just that the setting was inappropriate now; while she was smiling radiantly up top, everyone below was earnestly kneading dough, creating a scene that felt awkward no matter how you thought about it.

She contained her emotions and slowly walked down to observe everyone’s dough-kneading progress, noticing that although these students weren’t from the Food Department, their techniques were quite unrefined. However, they seemed to be doing fairly well with the dough, and some had kneaded quite nicely.

Du Xixi stopped in front of a young boy, her voice gentle, and dressed in a warm ginger top with rolled-up sleeves, she didn’t make people feel tense but rather amiable like a spring breeze.

Du Xixi gave a gentle smile to the boy looking at her and said warmly, "Hello, may I touch your dough? My hands are freshly washed and clean."

Du Xixi’s public image had always been gentle and graceful. Hearing those words, the boy indeed felt she was as everyone said—kind and courteous. Internally, after once again criticizing the rough ways of his own department’s professors, he quickly nodded, "Of course!"

Du Xixi nodded at him, reached out to softly press the dough the boy had kneaded and placed in the bowl. The white dough was soft and elastic, and a small indentation she made was slowly rising back up, visible to the naked eye. Satisfied, Du Xixi nodded but couldn’t help suggesting, "You’re doing well, but next time when you try on your own, you can add a little less flour. You added a bit too much this time, but everything else is fine."

This dough-kneading lesson was part of He Yuan’s course schedule. Although several professors couldn’t understand the relation between dough-kneading and "color and taste matching," if you really delved into it, it seemed to have even less connection with "knife introduction and usage," "ingredient pairing," and "visual presentation perception." After some contemplation, people didn’t bother with it anymore.

The boy grinned foolishly after being praised by Du Xixi. Meanwhile, Du Xixi involuntarily glanced at his hands, noticing quite a few calluses. Almost instinctively, Du Xixi asked, "Are you a Military Department student?"

The boy was taken aback, not expecting the conversation to suddenly shift to his department, but he responded quickly, nodding, "Yes, I’m a new student this year."

Du Xixi nodded knowingly and smiled, saying, "I didn’t mean anything by it; it’s just that my husband is a soldier, and he has a lot of calluses on his hands too. Seeing you have them piqued my curiosity."

Ke Lian had always been tough on himself, spending all his time apart from work and family on training. Moreover, Du Xixi had been trained by Ke Lian before, so she naturally knew how intense he was on himself—it was like he didn’t see himself as human when training.

Every time they held hands, Du Xixi could feel the calluses on Ke Lian’s hands rubbing against her skin, which, to be honest, was a bit uncomfortable for her delicate skin. However, Du Xixi’s body hadn’t given up on culinary practice, so she had developed a few calluses on her palms, although a thin layer due to skincare products.

The couple, one with thick calluses and the other with thin ones, didn’t mind each other’s imperfections.

When she casually glanced at his hand earlier, seeing this young guy with such thick calluses at his age was quite noticeable. Moreover, Du Xixi even spotted a newly grown patch of flesh, indicating a spot that had recently split open and healed.