My Husband, a Marshal: Conquering the Stars with My Culinary Arts Chapter 621 - 209: Red Bean, Love Pea3

"Sorry, I forgot I was livestreaming." Du Xixi apologized with a smile. But what she said was true; she had indeed forgotten about the livestream because she was so focused on "attending class." If she hadn’t accidentally glanced at the streaming screen just now, she might have left without realizing she was still live.

The comnts section naturally erupted with amused remarks. Everyone was familiar with Du Xixi’s temperant, knowing that she rarely got angry and occasionally joked along with them, so no one held back, with several viewers even teasing Du Xixi.

Du Xixi was laughing non-stop from everyone’s teasing when a comnt suddenly floated through the middle of the screen. Because it was bright red, it was particularly attention-grabbing.

[— Madam, can I ask you a small question? You didn’t ntion the Marshal once while making the Victory Cake. Don’t you miss him?]

The sharp question caused a brief pause in the comnts section, and even Du Xixi raised an eyebrow. However, the person who posted it instinctively slapped their forehead, regretting having let their fingers type the question they had in mind.

The person who posted that comnt was none other than one of the officers in the Military Departnt watching the livestream.

He had been a fan of Du Xixi and Ke Lian since they were nearly newlyweds and loved their relationship. He only posted that comnt in a mont of urgency because the stream was about to end, and there had been no "dog food" (sweet monts).

The officer’s friend sat beside him, also closely following the stream. Even though he felt that the officer’s comnt had a tone of "questioning" Du Xixi, the officer did express what many of their fans felt. For a mont, he couldn’t focus on "criticizing" him, instead holding his breath to wait for Du Xixi’s response.

Du Xixi saw the comnt and instinctively thought soone was causing trouble in her stream again. But after carefully reading the comnt’s wording, she felt it wasn’t malicious; the person was probably just genuinely curious...

Du Xixi thought for a mont. Regardless of the comnt’s intent, good or bad, she needed to respond. She smiled and said, "Of course, I miss Ke Lian. But missing him doesn’t an I need to ntion it all the ti. It’s enough to cherish it in my heart and express it through actions."

Thinking of the Space Button she asked the Military Departnt to send with the supplies made her feel sweet inside. Though she planned to explain it, to prevent people from saying Ke Lian was enjoying food luxuriously during the war, she just smiled at the audience and gently said, "In fact, the Victory Cake is a way for to express my longing for Ke Lian."

Victory Cake? Everyone was baffled, as it sounded like a blessing for winning battles. Could it be Du Xixi’s longing for Ke Lian hoping he wins battles and cos back soon?

The audience ntally rephrased Du Xixi’s statent, but they still found it a bit forced and awkward.

Fortunately, Du Xixi soon resolved their confusion: "The red bean in the Victory Cake filling represents my longing for Ke Lian."

"On Blue Star, red beans are also called love beans or love seeds, symbolizing the expression of longing between lovers." Du Xixi particularly loved the beautiful symbolism of red beans. Although she didn’t have a lover to send red beans to on Blue Star back then, the thought of the bean’s sentintal aning felt overwhelmingly beautiful to her.

Du Xixi continued, "It’s said that red beans sprouted from the blood tears of a woman who missed her husband, who was fighting in a war. The tears turned into seeds and grew into a tree, the fruit of which is the red bean."

"I didn’t send Ke Lian red beans directly, but the Victory Cake containing red beans can be considered as my..." Du Xixi smiled gently, her eyes soft with evident deep affection toward Ke Lian, "longing."

Du Xixi successfully showed her affection. She didn’t feel much about it, just normally telling everyone a fact. However, the audience was already in an uproar.

[— Oh my gosh! Red beans have such aning and story? Love it, love it. I’m going to buy a pound imdiately for the girl I like. I’m counting on red beans to get a girlfriend!

— Upstairs, what are you thinking? A pound isn’t enough; you need at least five or six pounds!

— Five or six pounds? Are you sure that would get you a girlfriend? More like it’ll have her cooking red bean porridge!

...

—— Boohoo, I’m so slow. I tried to grab so red beans when Madam ntioned them, but I couldn’t even get a pound, only about a hundred grams. Probably not much red beans, right? I really want to collect love beans...

— Oh, just be content upstairs. I didn’t even get a hundred grams, only saw one "sold out" sign after another, making so mad.

— Exactly, I didn’t get any at all.

— Thanks for the invite; our Madam’s fans are just too fast. I only wanted to buy so to make porridge (really!), but they couldn’t even spare a grain!

— Sigh, longing? Not even being able to buy the red beans has made lose the will to live.]