"Are you guys still in the anti-marriage camp?"
"Are you still afraid of getting married?"
"Are you still saying that marriage is the graveyard of love?"
"In this episode of ’We’re in Love,’ Jiang Nuo and Mu Qiuniang will share their sweet daily married life stories with you all!"
...
The sky was quickly filled with advertisents, covering the entire internet in the blink of an eye. Honestly, no advertisents were even necessary. Just one day’s worth of news would make it spread across the web automatically, thanks to the devoted efforts of the ’sticky rice powder’ fans.
What?! The god is handing out sweetness again?!
This was the imdiate reaction of the ’sticky rice powder’ fans.
The second reaction: Hahaha... soone is going to feel single and miserable again!
[Our god is invincible!]
[Go for it, Jiang Nuo! Torture the single folks!]
[We need more of this kind of welfare benefits, let the storm rage harder!]
[The more, the rrier.]
...
Early in the morning, when the sun rose in the eastern sky, a rosy, smiling face appeared to shine its rays across the earth.
The cara zood in from afar, and a light-blue window appeared on the screen.
"Mm~ Honey, where are you?"
Still half-asleep, a voice ca from the direction of the bedroom. Shortly after, a handso man wearing silver pajamas appeared. His hair was a little ssy, and he looked groggy as he rubbed his eyes.
But a handso man is still a handso man. Even when just waking up, he’s far more pleasing to the eye than most people.
Before long, as he searched around, Mu Qiuniang, busy in the kitchen, ca into his line of sight.
"Honey, you’re up this early!"
He walked over and hugged Mu Qiuniang’s waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder.
"We’re filming right now!" Mu Qiuniang, evidently still not used to being on cara, acted a bit shy.
"Filming is filming! I’m hugging my wife, aren’t I?" Jiang Nuo snuggled against her a few more tis before letting go and heading off to brush his teeth.
"Co on, stop filming ; film my wife instead. She’s the living God of Cooking." His smugness was nearly unbearable to witness.
At this point, a line of text appeared on the screen: "The caraman bursts into laughter!"
Viewers watching on their TVs chuckled along in good spirits.
Look at their so-called ’god’ acting so full of himself, as if he’s the God of Cooking himself. How could soone with such blatant foodie tendencies be so proud?
But seriously, any ’sticky rice powder’ fan who’s tasted Mu Qiuniang’s cooking knows this girl’s culinary skills are beyond reproach. Her food is ridiculously delicious.
In the footage, Mu Qiuniang was making breakfast. As plate after plate of delectable breakfast dishes ca fresh out of the kitchen, TV viewers and ’sticky rice powder’ fans found themselves involuntarily swallowing their saliva.
The most maddening thing was when another line of text popped up on the screen: "Hahaha... The production crew gets a share too, ’sticky rice powder’ fans feel the jealousy!"
A flood of viewer comnts flooded in:
[This is too much!]
[They’ve worked my goddess to the bone; this production crew has no humanity. If they gave a plate, I’d happily turn into a ’monster’ for once!]
[I’m starting to feel hungry.]
[It looks so good. What should I do?]
[Can I admit that I just finished dinner, yet still feel like I didn’t eat enough? Crying!]
[Goddess, you are the best!]
[What’s with these comnts? But honestly, well done, everyone—I’ll join in too!]
.....
If you don’t want the ssages to ruin the visuals, you’d have to turn the comnts off. Otherwise, it’s impossible to enjoy the show.
These ’sticky rice powder’ fans are so outlandish. They practically want their comnts to take over the entire screen.
"Honey, can I eat now?"
Jiang Nuo, now freshly grood, was ready to dig in just as Mu Qiuniang finished preparing breakfast. But upon noticing that the production crew was also given a share, Jiang Nuo was visibly displeased. "They get a share too? Are they filming this show just to rob food from our house?"
He looked completely suspicious.
Production crew caption: We swear, that’s exactly what we ca for!
After breakfast, Jiang Nuo dutifully washed the dishes. Once he was done, Mu Qiuniang started preparing a fruit platter. Her knife danced across her fingertips, and in no ti, she created a masterpiece—a peacock spreading its feathers.
When Jiang Nuo returned from washing the dishes, he crowded up to Mu Qiuniang. At this mont, the cara gave a close-up shot of an empty spot on the couch: Owner, you’ve neglected , I’m going to cry!
"Honey, how do you want to prepare the gifts for the ’sticky rice powder’ fans? Do you want my help?"
"Do you know embroidery or calligraphy?"
Jiang Nuo paused for a mont, then declared, "I know how to take care of my wife!"
Mu Qiuniang: "..."
"I’m serious! If my wife embroiders, I’ll fan her while she works, tell her jokes, and keep her entertained. If my wife writes calligraphy or draws, I’ll stand beside her and—what’s that saying? Oh—provide red-sleeved accompanint!"
"Red sleeves refer to won."
"Then blue sleeves—can you live with that?" Jiang Nuo grinned mischievously.
Mu Qiuniang rolled her eyes: "Fine!"
"Then let’s do it, honey!" Jiang Nuo was brimming with enthusiastic energy.
The screen showed a shot of Jiang Nuo’s unexpectedly spacious study. A massive bookshelf packed with various books occupied an entire wall.
In front was a long desk equipped with ink, brushes, and paper.
By the floor-to-ceiling windows stood a large embroidery rack, adorned with a half-finished landscape painting.
Nearby was a mannequin draped with a partially completed Hanfu outfit, presumably for a woman.
Further off stood a peculiar musical instrunt—a konghou harp.
This 100-plus-square-ter room was filled with all sorts of things, each occupying its own space yet blending into a cohesive whole, forming the essence of Mu Qiuniang’s "study room."
"Honey, what characters do you want to write?"
Clearly not his first ti grinding ink for her, Jiang Nuo expertly gathered the necessary tools and asked.
"How about ’Lanting Collection Preface’?"
"Sounds great!"
"You have to recite it for while I write."
Jiang Nuo cried out dramatically, "No way, honey!"
"Why not?" Mu Qiuniang tilted her head with a perfect deadpan expression.
"Fine... but isn’t this show being fild right now? I’m afraid I’ll forget halfway and embarrass myself. Honey, can you give a hint?"
"Forever Year Nine, in the spring season, eting at Lanting in the shade of Kuaiji Mountain, conducting the purification ceremony..."
Jiang Nuo imdiately continued, "Great minds gathered, young and old alike convened. This place is endowed with majestic mountains and lush bamboo groves, accompanied by clear streams flowing rapidly around... sitting by the winding waters, engaging in drinking gas and poetic musings, even without the accompanint of orchestras, each drink and verse express sincere joy..."
Mu Qiuniang flowed across the paper with ink, her movents fluid and confident.
Soon enough, the completed "Lanting Collection Preface" took shape. Every character of the entire work stretched seamlessly across ters of blank paper.
"Wow! Honey, you write so well!" Jiang Nuo exclaid in admiration.
Mu Qiuniang’s eyes softened with a warm glow: "Can you understand it?"
"Hehehehe, honey, could you not expose like this?" Jiang Nuo grinned shalessly.
Mu Qiuniang gave it so serious thought and replied, "One must be honest!"
Jiang Nuo almost burst into tears: "I’m your husband, not a stranger!"
"That’s alright. I don’t dislike you. Like you said, I’ll handle the talent, and you take care of being gorgeous."
Jiang Nuo felt like crying but had no tears: "Honey, could you not use my own words to trap ?"
"Why not?" Mu Qiuniang tilted her head again.
"It’s frustrating!"
Mu Qiuniang looked even more perplexed: "Was there anything wrong with what you said?"
"No! It’s just that your timing was impeccable!" Could he admit that his male ego had taken a bit of a hit?
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