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 so first."

Although being healed by the Spiritual Light Group is enjoyable, the group cannot be substituted for als. 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 at sandwich into Ke Lian’s hand and introduced, "This is called a at sandwich, it’s filled with cured at I prepared ahead of ti, 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 at sandwich is hot bread with cool at; the cured at was prepared back in the Blue Star Empire and stored in the Space Button, with the thought of preparing a at 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 at sandwich in advance isn’t wasting this heartfelt gesture.

"at sandwich? The na is quite literal." Ke Lian amusingly looked at the at 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 nurous small slices of cured at inside—and just by looking and slling, it was enough to make one salivate.

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

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

The bun fragrant, the at tender, rich but not greasy, with an endless aftertaste, even yesterday Du Xixi couldn’t resist eating two big at sandwiches herself; Ke Lian and the others evidently ate more. Fortunately, Du Xixi had ample ti yesterday and made almost fifty at 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 at sandwich.

"Since Sis ca, 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 enjoynt before danger—won’t let any risk prevent him from thoroughly relishing the present pleasures before advancing.

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

Unlike Ke Lian, who sotis 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, sotis 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.

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

Between brothers, when really hungry, even Nutrition Supplents 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 at 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 as a good brother; look, he even shares a piece of the delicacy with !"