After Transmigration: Unexpectedly Wed the Ruthless Tycoon-Chapter 182 - 167

"You talk as if our son is just mine and our daughter is just yours." Gu Fuqiao laughed briefly, then looked at Yan Zhen Guo and said, "I won’t discuss these trivial matters with you now; I need to work on my manuscript."

Yan Zhen Guo nodded slightly, watching Gu Fuqiao’s silhouette as she entered the room. He thought to himself how fortunate he was to have married such a talented wife who could write to earn money. Of course, earning money was minor because the manuscript fees weren’t high, but he valued having a virtuous wife.

After entering the room, Gu Fuqiao resumed writing her manuscript. She opened her notebook and, after a moment of reflection, produced the opening Chapter of a long-form novel. Gu Fuqiao was always prolific in her writing; in no time, she had written one or two thousand characters.

"Currently, in the mainland, long-form serial novels are still quite rare. Mostly, it’s a realm dominated by Hong Kong and Taiwan novels... Oh, no, hardly any Hong Kong and Taiwan novels have made their way here. Jin Yong’s novels have rather proper values, but Aunt Qiong Yao’s works are quite lacking. I need to correct the values of these people."

Gu Fuqiao spoke to herself.

Indeed, during this era, long-form novels were scarce. Even the ones available were typically about sacrificing for the country, like "I Devote My Oil to My Motherland," while romance novels were completely absent. Although Gu Fuqiao had written a few, the scope was so narrow that the male protagonist’s boldest line to the female lead was, "Comrade, would you like to date?"

Sometimes, Gu Fuqiao would laugh at her own novels, thinking that if those novels from future generations with lines like "Woman, you belong to me" or "Woman, don’t dream of escaping" were brought out in this era, not only would publishers not dare to accept them, but even if they did, she might be taken to the police station for tea and thoroughly investigated. Zhen Guo might even get implicated.

Though Gu Fuqiao was determined to write a long-form novel this time, the concept of serialization was not yet very clear. Given the current circumstances, Gu Fuqiao planned to write seven or eight thousand characters first and then include a definition of serialization for the editor.

She hoped the editor would take it seriously. If it’s approved, then she’ll write more; if not, she might as well forget it, Gu Fuqiao thought.

Of course, the scope of this novel was carefully balanced with safety in mind.

"Handwriting is still not as fast as typing on a computer, but thankfully, I’ve gotten used to it now." Gu Fuqiao stretched while looking at what she had written.

She thought about standing up and moving around, as pregnant women need to be active and shouldn’t just sit around all day.

Gu Fuqiao stood up and walked outside. As she stepped out, she saw Yan Zhen Guo coming from the kitchen holding a bowl. "Finished writing?" Yan Zhen Guo asked, looking at Gu Fuqiao.

Gu Fuqiao nodded slightly. She looked at what Yan Zhen Guo was holding and asked, a bit puzzled, "What’s that in your hand?"

"Something I made for you, no, for our daughter," Yan Zhen Guo said with a tone that prompted Gu Fuqiao to roll her eyes.

Gu Fuqiao glanced at Yan Zhen Guo and said, "Alright, once there’s a child, I’m no longer needed. I wonder how proud you’ll be in the future!"

Yan Zhen Guo heard the jealousy in Gu Fuqiao’s words, laughed, and placed the bowl on the table, saying, "Come over and eat."

Gu Fuqiao thought how much she appreciated Yan Zhen Guo’s willingness to make something for her. As she approached, Yan Zhen Guo added, "I made it myself..."

Gu Fuqiao stopped in her tracks.

She always remembered when she first crossed over, and Yan Zhen Guo made her boiled noodles with eggs in plain water... recalling that taste, and how she delayed getting out of bed, leaving the noodles all mushy.

Remembering that, Gu Fuqiao shivered involuntarily.

Yan Zhen Guo saw Gu Fuqiao frozen in place and couldn’t help but ask, "What’s wrong?"

"I... I’m fine... Are you sure what you made is fit to eat?" Gu Fuqiao couldn’t help but ask.

Yan Zhen Guo raised his attractive eyebrows at her words and said, "If it’s not good, what are you going to do? Not eat it?"

"Not exactly." Gu Fuqiao blinked and said, "Since you’ve made it, we shouldn’t waste food." After saying this, she looked directly at Yan Zhen Guo and added, "Anyway, if I don’t like it, you can eat it yourself! We should be proud of frugality and ashamed of waste!"

Yan Zhen Guo, hearing this from Gu Fuqiao, said with slight disbelief, "You know about the ’Eight Honors and Eight Disgraces’?"

"Nonsense!" Gu Fuqiao lifted her chin and then walked to the table.

Honestly, Gu Fuqiao was prepared for the possibility that Yan Zhen Guo had made yet another cold noodle with boiled eggs. But she was slightly surprised.

The eggs on the table looked quite good!

Actually, Gu Fuqiao had a special sentiment toward boiled eggs.

When she was young, living with her grandmother, their family wasn’t particularly well off. Her grandmother was someone accustomed to hard days; boiled eggs... eggs, for Gu Fuqiao’s family, weren’t luxuries, but they were considered good things.

Gu Fuqiao remembered her grandmother liked to add sugar to them. They tasted especially good.

Gu Fuqiao was from C City.

People in C City tend to prefer spicy and salty flavors, but at that time, boiled eggs tasted the best to Gu Fuqiao, bar none!

Yan Zhen Guo saw Gu Fuqiao lost in thought and walked up next to her, saying, "If this is really not tasty, I’ll eat it for you."

Yan Zhen Guo had secretly learned a bit and knew his cooking wasn’t good before. After learning a bit, he prepared the boiled eggs today when he saw Gu Fuqiao writing, so he decided to make them himself.

Yan Zhen Guo saw Gu Fuqiao not responding and reached out to pick up the eggs, saying, "Luckily, I’m hungry too." 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

"Wait!" Gu Fuqiao stopped Yan Zhen Guo. She looked at him and said, "Who said I’m not going to eat them! I was just surprised... Old Yan, why didn’t I notice before that you’re actually good at cooking?"

Yan Zhen Guo gently laughed at Gu Fuqiao’s words, saying nothing.

Gu Fuqiao took the bowl of boiled eggs. It looked just like her grandmother used to make.

Along with the earthenware bowl, the feeling was exactly the same.

"I’ll taste it to see how it is; it should be good." Gu Fuqiao said and then scooped up a spoonful to try.