The Marshal’s Wife is Wild
Chapter 347 - 346: Malicious Delicacies

Chapter 347: Chapter 346: Malicious Delicacies

The next day, Qu Tong overslept until noon again and felt like dying.

She tossed all four pillows onto the floor in frustration.

Is Si Yuting even human?!

If she’d known, she wouldn’t have let him eat meat.

She should have just let him suffocate.

Now, thinking about it, she missed the past, when His Excellency was cool, restrained, and firm on his principles.

When Si Yuting came in, he was met with his little wife’s fiery gaze that seemed ready to spew flames.

Si Yuting knew he had pushed it too far the previous night and had upset his wife.

He placed the insulated food container on the table and silently picked up the pillows, placing them on a chair beside him.

"I’ve made some porridge, come and have some?" Si Yuting deliberately softened his voice as he asked.

Qu Tong paused, "You can cook here?"

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Si Yuting took out clothes for Qu Tong from his Space Button: "Yes, there are kitchens in the first two rooms upstairs."

Qu Tong nodded, looked down at the clothes handed over to her, which were prepared by the Empress Dowager in Stia’s dressing room before.

After getting out of bed and putting on her clothes, Miss Qu Tong sat at the desk like a spoiled lady.

She took the spoon Si Yuting handed her and had a sip of the porridge.

Hmm...

Qu Tong’s expression became somewhat peculiar.

How to put it...

She knew Si Yuting couldn’t cook, so she didn’t mind the plain porridge with no sides even if it lacked condiments.

The rice used was the best quality, and the porridge was fragrant.

Adding sugar to white porridge is actually not a problem.

The problem is that there was too much sugar!!

That feeling...

It’s hard to describe.

Seeing Qu Tong fall silent and not taking another spoonful, Si Yuting pursed his lips, took the spoon from her and tried the porridge himself.

"Too sweet," Si Yuting concluded.

He felt somewhat awkward as he covered the porridge again and stood up: "You drink some Nutrient Solution first, I’ll make you another batch."

Seeing that Si Yuting was about to leave, Qu Tong pulled him back: "No need, Your Excellency."

Si Yuting turned to look at Qu Tong, with a hint of apology in his eyes.

Qu Tong smiled helplessly: "I don’t mean to disparage you, everyone has their own expertise. Your Excellency doesn’t need to be good at everything. I’ll cook for you tonight, what kind of porridge would you like, Your Excellency?"

Even though a man who can cook is a plus, it’s hardly necessary for Si Yuting, and she herself isn’t going to bother cooking every single day.

It’s not like they lack the means to do without Nutrient Solution.

As for the porridge, she’s picky with food, so she doesn’t want to go against her heart to praise it and finish it all.

Si Yuting looked at Qu Tong for a long while, warmth welling up in his eyes: "Alright."

That evening, Qu Tong checked out the kitchen and found it less equipped than the one at Yuelan Bay or hers, but it was still barely usable.

Qu Tong took out her live-streaming orb and fiddled with it, discovering there was a signal.

With a spark in her eyes, Qu Tong left the kitchen and summoned Xuan Ping and his three comrades.

She handed them each an Energy Liquid: "You four go spar with the Grand Marshal and try to keep him occupied. Don’t let him check his Light Brain within an hour."

Even though Xuan Ping and the others didn’t understand why, they obediently went to the battleship’s training room to get thrashed by the Grand Marshal.

Qu Tong started the live stream. While taking out ingredients from her Space Button, she greeted her audience on screen:

"Hello, everyone, good evening, and welcome to the live stream. Tonight, I’m bringing you a simple and nutritious porridge, spare rib and seasonal vegetable porridge. It’s light and good for the stomach, perfect for dinner or breakfast."

The fans responded enthusiastically, with a barrage of comments scrolling up the screen.

Qu Tong took out the ingredients and explained as she worked: "First, blanch the spare ribs with some green onions and ginger."

"It’s best to blanch purchased spare ribs to remove the gaminess and blood. Otherwise, it might ruin the whole pot of porridge. Of course, if it’s home-raised, organic, and freshly slaughtered, you don’t have to. Mine also don’t need it. In a couple of months, our farm will also start offering meat."

Live stream comments: [Ding! We interrupt this program for a commercial break! Hahaha!]

[Buy! Buy them all!]

[How can we cook without meat, right? I must support the cause.]

Qu Tong continued with the process.

"Making porridge is very simple. Take the blanched spare ribs, add some diced radish, peas, corn kernels, then sprinkle some salt and cook it with the rice in the rice cooker."

"Usually, simmering on low heat for one or two hours would taste better, but I’m in a hurry, so I won’t cook it that long."

Qu Tong chose the fastest forty-minute option.

"Next, I’ll bring you a hidden gem of a dish," Qu Tong said with a smile from behind the camera. "You might not eat it, but you must have your friends try it."

The netizens grew curious about what Qu Tong was about to make.

When they saw Qu Tong cutting ginger into strips as thick as potato strips and stir-frying them, they had a sudden realization.

[Brilliant! Beyond words!]

[What a viciously good dish.]

[The Prince’s Consort is a genius! Stir-fried potato strips with ginger strips, silence with every bite.]

[Add some green and red peppers to make it look prettier.]

[Hahaha! The host may not eat it, but she has to make His Excellency the God of War try it.]

[I’m starting to feel sympathy for His Excellency the God of War already. He thinks of you in everything, yet you give him a merciless thrashing.]

[Sympathy for the man doomed for life. The Prince’s Consort, so gentle and virtuous, must be His Excellency the God of War’s doing.]

[This is great, I must learn it and cook it for my parents.]

[With such a filial son like you, your parents must be touched, they’ll surely reward you with your favorite big fight.]

...

The comment section erupted with laughter, eagerly discussing who to cook it for.

Qu Tong humbly accepted the netizens’ suggestions and rushed to ripen two bell peppers.

Qu Tong chatted with the fans for a while, then the rice cooker chimed.

Qu Tong presented the porridge for everyone to see.

"Alright, that’s it for today’s food sharing. I can’t do a giveaway this time, but we’ll do it next time. Hit the follow button so you don’t get lost, and remember to come back next time."

Qu Tong closed the live stream and sent a message to Xuan Ping and Si Yuting.

Meanwhile, Xuan Ping lay sprawled on the ground, not attempting to get up again, gasping for breath: "Grand Marshal, I’m done for. Completely done for. The lady says it’s time for you to come home for dinner."

Xuan Ping covertly signaled the other three, luckily they were smart enough to use the lady’s name as their shield. It was only because they came asking for advice on her behalf that the Grand Marshal didn’t go too hard on them, actually giving them a couple of pointers in passing.

If it weren’t for the Grand Marshal’s strength, their whole team would not stand a chance against him; the four of them could be floored within minutes.

Si Yuting glanced at the four men, picked up the Light Brain beside him, and walked out of the training room.

On his way back to the office, several soldiers cast unusual glances his way.

Si Yuting stopped in his tracks and swept a cold gaze over them: "Is there an issue?"

"Reporting to the Grand Marshal! No issue, sir!" The soldiers saluted respectfully.

After Si Yuting left, the soldiers exchanged glances, revealing mysterious smiles.

Qu Tong had placed the porridge in bowls to cool in advance, ready for Si Yuting when he finished his shower.

Qu Tong pushed the bowl of porridge and the plate of potato strips in front of Si Yuting, somewhat uncertain: "Your Excellency, this might not taste very good this time, I hope you won’t mind."

"I won’t." Si Yuting smiled and touched Qu Tong’s head: "As long as you made it, I will eat it."