My Husband, a Marshal: Conquering the Stars with My Culinary Arts-Chapter 685 - 231 Courting Death

Du Xixi glanced at Ke Lian with a smile, couldn’t help but give him a gentle push, then invited everyone to sit down, and said softly, "This is the food I prepared yesterday. You all haven’t eaten for a day, so have some first."

Although being healed by the Spiritual Light Group is enjoyable, the group cannot be substituted for meals. Even if one were to ’enjoy’ it motionlessly for decades, the hunger in the stomach wouldn’t be resolved, leading to a certain end of starving to death.

As Du Xixi spoke, she stuffed a still warm meat sandwich into Ke Lian’s hand and introduced, "This is called a meat sandwich, it’s filled with cured meat I prepared ahead of time, give it a taste and see how it is."

Although this food is from yesterday, laid out on the picnic cloth for quite a while, everything was properly stored in an insulated box, which, even if not freshly made or piping hot, remains delicious.

Du Xixi’s meat sandwich is hot bread with cool meat; the cured meat was prepared back in the Blue Star Empire and stored in the Space Button, with the thought of preparing a meat sandwich for Ke Lian whenever he returned.

Though they haven’t returned yet, Du Xixi has arrived in this world, and the return is not far off, enjoying this meat sandwich in advance isn’t wasting this heartfelt gesture.

"Meat sandwich? The name is quite literal." Ke Lian amusingly looked at the meat sandwich in his hand, where the outer bread had been pan-fried to a crispy yellow, the inner bread was layered and slightly swollen, wrapped with numerous small slices of cured meat inside—and just by looking and smelling, it was enough to make one salivate.

But the crispy yellow, oily shine made it too appealing, Ke Lian hesitated somewhat before choosing to take a big bite from this beautiful meat sandwich—right from the middle, filling his mouth with both meat and bread in one bite.

The outer bread was made by Du Xixi according to the authentic method for making Anji Steamed Bun, using a bowl-shaped dough base to pan-fry, with the bowl bottom facing down for frying. This method makes the Anji Steamed Bun’s color and shape very appealing.

The bun fragrant, the meat tender, rich but not greasy, with an endless aftertaste, even yesterday Du Xixi couldn’t resist eating two big meat sandwiches herself; Ke Lian and the others evidently ate more. Fortunately, Du Xixi had ample time yesterday and made almost fifty meat sandwiches, ensuring that every officer could enjoy three to four, along with other available food, allowing everyone to eat to their belly’s content.

However, Ke Lian ate more than the others, even when everyone finished, he was still diligently working on another meat sandwich.

"Since Sis came, my belly feels like it has fallen into a nest of blessings; if I could eat such delicious food every day, I’d happily stay in this world a few more days," Mo Feng—a classic type placing enjoyment before danger—won’t let any risk prevent him from thoroughly relishing the present pleasures before advancing.

This nature, plainly speaking, is somewhat laid-back, a bit like a salted fish, where without anyone urging him, he could lie there for a lifetime. However, Du Xixi chuckled upon hearing this, finding such a personality not entirely bad.

Unlike Ke Lian, who sometimes is overly tense, thinking too much even when the current life is quite decent, worrying about this and that. While there’s nothing wrong with such thinking, sometimes overthinking might bring additional pressure on oneself.

But Du Xixi suspects Ke Lian’s characteristic might have largely developed due to his position; had he not been the Imperial Marshal, or with fewer responsibilities on his shoulders, Ke Lian might not think as much, living a more relaxed life. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"If you’re craving, just say it—acting as if once back, you wouldn’t mooch meals off," Du Xixi mused, while Ke Lian had already given Mo Feng a cool glance before splitting the remaining half of the unfinished meat sandwich in his hand, and shoving half into Mo Feng’s hand.

Between brothers, when really hungry, even Nutrition Supplements will be shared—half for each. The most pampered people, when reaching the battlefield, lose all manner of fuss, as Ke Lian and Mo Feng wouldn’t despise each other.

Mo Feng, instead, was delighted, gobbling up the small piece of meat sandwich in a few bites, and then buddying up to drape his arm over Ke Lian’s shoulder, chuckling dumbly, "I knew Ke Lian treats me as a good brother; look, he even shares a piece of the delicacy with me!"