My Husband, a Marshal: Conquering the Stars with My Culinary Arts-Chapter 612 - 206: Immortality_3

Other than Mo Ying and those three, there weren’t many others who got Victory Cake from Du Xixi, just some professors from Blue Star University and a few of Sun Mulin’s brothers.

He Yuan and the others don’t eat much, six or seven pieces of Victory Cake are enough for a meal, but that only took care of about half of the cakes, so they had to...

Du Xixi turned on her Light Computer and sent a message to Sun Mulin.

"Du Xixi": Old Sun~ Do you want some delicious Victory Cake? It’s got such a good meaning!

Sun Mulin must not have been too busy since he replied to Du Xixi within a few minutes by initiating a video call.

"Good afternoon, sis-in-law!" Sun Mulin was in a dressing room with an agent and a makeup artist whom Du Xixi had seen a few times. Sun Mulin seemed to have finished his makeup, wearing a shirt with a few buttons undone, casually crossing his legs. "Sis-in-law, did you make something tasty?"

"Yeah, it’s Victory Cake. I was just live streaming to fans earlier." Du Xixi nodded, not paying much attention to the two outsiders who were eagerly looking at her, and instead moved the camera down to showcase the Victory Cakes. "Do you want some? If so, I’ll send more your way."

One second Sun Mulin was looking at Du Xixi gently, the next his eyes were on the delicious Victory Cakes. This shift was rapid but not unusual, as when he chatted with Du Xixi, this situation happened eight or nine out of ten times.

Used to it, used to it.

"Oh, they look quite nice. Sis-in-law, make sure to send me a few dozen." Sun Mulin liked pretty things, especially pretty food. The appearance of food determined how much he could eat. Of course, sometimes he could manage with ugly food by closing his eyes.

Du Xixi rolled her eyes. Though she wanted to send more to Sun Mulin, a few dozen would be excessive. Even with a big appetite, he couldn’t eat that many, right?

Freshly baked sweets taste best, so Du Xixi hoped everyone could finish them all at once. After assessing the number of cakes and recalling Sun Mulin’s capacity, she decided: "Twenty at most. There’s glutinous rice in them, and too much can be tough on the stomach. Twenty is plenty."

While Du Xixi was speaking, 2569 was already packing the Victory Cakes. The people Du Xixi considered sending to, 2569 also understood the quantities needed. While packing the cakes for Sun Mulin, Du Xixi glanced at the two outsiders and joked: "Do these two beside you want any? I made quite a lot and am worried we can’t finish them."

"Of course, sis-in-law, pack extra, and I’ll share with them later." Sun Mulin said he would share, and once the cakes were delivered, he certainly would. The agent and makeup artist, surprised at their luck, exchanged a gleeful glance, not noticing Sun Mulin’s brief pout. "No wonder sis-in-law wants to send more, guessing I have a big appetite and trying to offload the cakes through me? Hmph, I’m not falling for it!"

Du Xixi wasn’t annoyed at being caught out; she calmly patted 2569’s shoulder and looked at Sun Mulin with a smile, instructing 2569: "2569, did you hear that? Your big-eating master Sun Mulin wants more, let’s pack him till he bursts!"

"Yes!" Although Du Xixi was joking, 2569 earnestly agreed and pretended to add more cakes to the already full box, causing Sun Mulin to panic and quickly object.

Sun Mulin indeed liked food and had a large appetite, but with Du Xixi’s estimation that he could only manage twenty pieces, he knew better than to overeat, as it would only harm his own stomach.

Sun Mulin straightened up, clasped his hands in front of Du Xixi, and said: "Sis-in-law, I’m sorry, I was just teasing you. Don’t be mad, I don’t want to overeat and die. I’m still waiting for the day your little daughter is born to call me uncle!"

Du Xixi wasn’t angry, she just found Sun Mulin’s personality so amusing that she couldn’t help but tease him. Seeing him proactively "beg for mercy," she went along.

Du Xixi cleared her throat and said seriously: "Alright, I’ll forgive you! But..."

Sun Mulin’s brow twitched, sensing Du Xixi was about to say something foreboding. Sure enough, he heard her say: "Why do you think I’d have a daughter? What if I always have sons? Would you just keep waiting? That’s not feasible, we can’t pursue immortality."

The agent and makeup artist, only catching the last line "we can’t pursue immortality," were stunned.

Immortality? They had just "zoned out" a little and missed the conversation yet suddenly the topic jumped from food to immortality?

The makeup artist, with a broader imagination, looked at the Victory Cakes on Du Xixi’s screen, frowned, and wondered: Could eating Du Xixi’s food grant immortality? That’s impossible! That’s unscientific!