CHAPTER 149: CHAPTER 52 "TRAVELING INCOGNITO"_2

Du Xixi held the salt box, as if she didn’t see everyone’s deep resistance to the task of "washing large intestines." She just smiled and said, "When you’re rubbing and washing later, make sure to use enough force, let the salt grains have a close encounter with the intestines!"

Ke Xing: Can I go back and drink some tea?

Ke Lian: Honey, I was wrong...

Mo Ying: Didn’t I come to see my future nephews? Why are we washing intestines here?

Ye Wenting: Didn’t I accompany my future wife to see our future nephews? Why are we washing intestines here?

Du Xixi: Wash with force! Keep going!

When Ke Lian and the others followed Du Xixi out of the kitchen, they were all exhausted. The physical torment was secondary; the mental anguish was truly indelible.

Mo Ying leaned on the sofa without any image to maintain, allowing a dazed Ye Wenting beside her to massage her hands. She squeezed out a smile and said to Du Xixi, "Xixi, I’m sure I won’t be fazed by any disgusting food anymore."

Are pig intestines disgusting? Not at all! Such delicious food, how could it be disgusting? Mo Ying had successfully hypnotized herself.

Ke Lian clung tightly to Du Xixi’s arm, just like a wronged little wife, sobbing as she held on: "Xixi, I was wrong, I shouldn’t have said that holy pig intestine is disgusting!"

Ke Xing, on the other hand, had no reaction. He continued to sip his tea, one cup after another, not even giving 2569 a chance to refill his cup.

Seeing this, Du Xixi could only shrug helplessly. She didn’t do anything outrageous, just followed everyone’s "expectations" and let them witness, and personally try, cleaning pig intestines.

Why does everyone look as if they’ve had an out-of-body experience?

*

Mo Ying and Ye Wenting didn’t leave. They stayed overnight in the guest room of the Ke Family. The next day, when Du Xixi came down from upstairs refreshed, she saw the couple snuggling on the sofa, feeding each other breakfast.

Hmm, today’s breakfast at the Ke Family is Ke Lian’s brand of big white buns.

Du Xixi found the scene somewhat amusing, so she coughed quietly with her head down. Mo Ying and Ye Wenting on the sofa looked over, and Mo Ying called out to Du Xixi: "Xixi, come eat breakfast, the big white buns your Marshal made are so good!"

Ke Lian seemed to be working out in the training room; Ke Xing wasn’t home, probably out for a walk. Du Xixi glanced around the room and saw Miao Miao diligently planting flowers in the garden, accompanied by 2569. She smiled and comfortably sat down on the sofa.

She took the big white bun handed over by Mo Ying—almost as big as half her head—and tore off a small piece to eat. As Ke Lian came out of the training room, drawn by the noise of Du Xixi coming downstairs, she warmly said, "The white buns you made are getting bigger and bigger!"

Ke Lian, not exactly an expert in the kitchen, only made the big white buns with relative skill and they tasted decent. Previously they were only as big as two fists; even then, Du Xixi thought the Ke Lian-brand white buns were already quite large. Today, upon seeing them, she wondered how they had undergone such an upgrade.

Ke Lian wiped her sweat, stopped about a meter in front of Du Xixi, and with a smile, said, "It’s just your appetite is so small, you always stop after eating so little. I had to make them bigger to catch your attention and get you to eat more."

Du Xixi couldn’t think of when the size of a bun had the function of attracting attention, but hearing Ke Lian say this, she felt a warmth in her heart and also smiled, "Don’t worry, my appetite has increased a lot now, I’ll eat more."

Du Xixi’s previous appetite was so small it could barely be called a "bird’s stomach." Ke Lian and Ke Xing had tried many ways to get her to eat more. Instead, as Du Xixi’s health improved and months passed, her appetite naturally increased.

Now, Du Xixi’s food intake can be more than twice what it used to be.

Concerned that he might smell of sweat, Ke Lian just smiled, then turned and continued back to the training room to work out. Once he recovered from his injury, he had to quickly return to the Military Department to resume his duties; he couldn’t afford any compromises in physical fitness.

"The Marshal really works hard," Mo Ying sighed, and then opened her mouth to eat the piece of bun Ye Wenting handed to her.