"Ah?"
Zhang Zhaomu was a little surprised that he could actually trigger the unexpected option of "another meal".
"Then I won't be polite!"
Why not take advantage of it? Surely no one could refuse Duan Chan'er cooking for them personally?
In any case, Zhang Zhaomu felt that he had absolutely no reason to refuse.
Even being polite is considered disrespectful to the other person's cooking skills and appearance.
In the end, Duan Chan'er quickly stir-fried a simple loofah dish, making up the two dishes and one soup.
It has to be said that stir-frying loofah with lard and only adding a little salt throughout the process resulted in an unexpectedly delicious dish. Zhang Zhaomu even felt that it was more appetizing than his usual favorite dish of stir-fried green peppers and preserved eggs.
I couldn't resist and finished off all the dishes.
Then I dutifully cleaned up the dishes and went to wash them.
It was already an unspoken agreement between the two of them that Duan Chan'er would cook and he would wash the dishes, so Duan Chan'er naturally didn't stop him. She sat on the sofa, stretched, and casually opened the gift box, stroking the medal inside that marked her as one of the top 100 online writers of the year.
I'm still a little proud.
After nearly four years of hard work in this field, I've finally achieved some respectable results.
That's right, Duan Chan'er has actually been in the industry for four years. That means she started trying to serialize novels online when she was in the first year of junior high school.
However, at that time she was writing for female readers. She was young and inexperienced, and her writing was immature. She wrote on and off for a year out of love, and her book of a few hundred thousand words couldn't even get a contract.
In the following two years, he gradually started to be able to sign contracts, but on the one hand, his performance was really not good, and on the other hand, he was unable to maintain a stable output, so the response was minimal.
When she entered high school, Duan Chan'er decided to give up her authorship on female-oriented websites and switch to male-oriented websites.
I didn't have high hopes to begin with. I was just tired of the typical female-oriented novel formulas and the overly strict censorship. I felt that male-oriented novels were a bit more lenient, so I could write a purely enjoyable novel to vent my frustrations. But to my surprise, it received rave reviews and its success was unstoppable.
It can only be said that male readers are genuinely willing to follow and pay for content as long as they enjoy it. Therefore, in order to better meet the expectations of her readers, Duan Chan'er embarked on a journey of diligently gathering material...
Well, it's definitely not because I'm curious about the material myself; it's all for the readers' reading experience, so it's not shameful at all.
What are you spacing out for?
Zhang Zhaomu had finished washing the dishes and came over, shaking the water off her hands. "Why are you smiling so happily?"
"Oh!" Duan Chan'er snapped out of her daze and put the medal down. "I was just happy for my dad."
"Uncle is really amazing." Zhang Zhaomu nodded in agreement. "I've already followed that book to the latest chapter, and I love reading it."
"By the way, Duan Chan'er, have you seen it?"
Duan Chan'er was taken aback.
Should I say I watched it or not?
She instinctively wanted to say she hadn't read it—how could someone with her established persona possibly read this type of online novel?—but then she felt that this was hardly convincing.
and--
"It's not a big deal if I read it, since he thinks it was written by my dad, so it's only natural that I would read it, right?"
Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed in Duan Chan'er's mind.
"Wait a minute, this seems like a good opportunity!"
"Even if some of the content is a bit off, that's my dad being disrespectful to his elders, what does it have to do with me, a high school girl?"
"With my dad as a shield, I can openly discuss my novel with the class monitor!"
That makes perfect sense!
Duan Chan'er had long wanted to have a friend to talk to about this kind of thing, but she was reluctant to reveal her true identity so that others would know about her intensive research, so she kept it to herself.
Now she's almost grateful to the class monitor's somewhat eccentric thought process, which allowed her to find such a good excuse.
"Of course I saw it," she said calmly. "Otherwise, why would my dad have the medal sent to me?"
"That's true." Zhang Zhaomu nodded. "But I thought you wouldn't read online novels."
"Online literature is also a form of literature, and it's become so popular in recent years that I naturally come across many film and television adaptations of online novels," Duan Chan'er said matter-of-factly, even going so far as to ask:
"What, do you think I'm the kind of person whose mind is only filled with highbrow ideas?"
"Ahem, of course not." Zhang Zhaomu quickly denied.
Although that was indeed his opinion before he met the other person.
"So, class monitor, what do you think of the book my dad wrote?" Duan Chan'er asked proactively.
"I already said that, I really love watching it." Zhang Zhaomu said, confused.
"I mean, something more specific." Duan Chan'er rested her chin on her hand, staring intently at Zhang Zhaomu, her tone serious. "Like the genre, the plot, the subsequent developments, and things like that."
Zhang Zhaomu: "..."
Why is this person suddenly so energetic?
He hesitated for a moment, then said, "Actually, this is my first time reading this type of urban novel. I'm more used to the kind with fighting and killing..."
"So it's a bit surprising that a simple urban romance could resonate with me so much."
Duan Chan'er narrowed her eyes with a sly smile and said, "Of course you'll feel a sense of identification. Don't you guys all fantasize about all the beautiful women liking you, and then having three wives and four concubines or something like that?"
"Slander! Utter slander!" Zhang Zhaomu's expression changed drastically, and he waved his hands forcefully. "I don't know about others, but I'm definitely not projecting this part of the content!"
" Duan Chan'er, you know me. I've never been interested in romance, let alone dating so many people at the same time. Just thinking about it is too much trouble."
Duan Chan'er covered her mouth and chuckled, "Class monitor, why are you reacting so strongly?"
Although she did feel that Zhang Zhaomu seemed to lack sensitivity to romance, otherwise he wouldn't have been completely oblivious to Chen Zhenzhen's feelings for him, Duan Chan'er simply didn't believe that he wasn't interested in building a harem.
However, she didn't dwell on the question, but instead pressed on, "Then where does your sense of immersion come from? It can't be from those erotic things..."
Her words suddenly stopped.
Then I realized that I had gotten a little carried away in the conversation and couldn't control the urge to have a slightly suggestive chat with others.
Even if one uses the excuse that the book was written by their father as a shield, it's still absurd to discuss the specific borderline plots in the book based on one's own persona.
What's more, she was talking to a guy.
Fortunately, Zhang Zhaomu didn't seem to notice her slip of the tongue, and continued to defend herself, saying, "Immersion is a very complex thing. For example, the protagonist's appearance makes me feel very immersed in the story."
"Whether it's height or facial features, the description makes it seem like it's almost exactly like me."
"Ah?" Duan Chan'er couldn't help but look Zhang Zhaomu up and down, while recalling the image of the protagonist in her novel.
She hadn't noticed it until she thought about it that way, but once it was pointed out, Duan Chan'er realized that... it really did seem to have that connotation!
And the more you look at it, the more it fits!
She was suddenly overcome with a sense of absurdity.
No, did the male protagonist of my harem novel actually become a real person?