1979: Literary Master, Starting from the Return of Educated Youth

Chapter 13 The Distress of the Beautiful Sister-in-Law
After carefully collecting the manuscript fee receipt, Chen Qiaoqiao went to the kitchen to pick vegetables. She turned on the tap to wash the vegetables, picked off the leaves, and then peeled two potatoes.

Xu Yuexin bought a pound of pork from the state-owned meat processing factory’s store and went into the kitchen to cut the pork into shreds. Chen Qiaoqiao was next to him, in charge of cutting the potatoes and peppers into shreds.

The two of them divided the work and cooperated with each other, just like a young couple living at home.

After Xu Yuexin finished cutting the meat, Chen Qiaoqiao took over the kitchen alone.

After a sound of pots and pans, Chen Qiaoqiao brought stir-fried vegetables, stir-fried pork with green peppers, spicy and sour shredded potatoes, and a tomato and egg soup to the table.

Every dish is delicious and tasty, and just the smell can whet your appetite.

Xu Yuexin picked up a piece of shredded meat and put it into his mouth, and immediately praised it: "Good cooking skills, I didn't notice it when I cut in line."

"I practiced it after I came back."

"Ever since you burned the rice for the whole team, I've felt like I should learn how to cook."

Chen Qiaoqiao used a soft and cute voice to inadvertently mention Xu Yuexin's dark history.

Xu Yuexin's face turned red. That happened when he was a sent-down youth in the countryside. He had never cooked in a rural stove before, and when it was his turn to be in charge of the meals for the sent-down youth team, he failed to control the temperature properly, which led to the accident mentioned by Chen Qiaoqiao.

Fortunately, as a human being in two lives, Xu Yuexin's skin became thicker automatically ×2, so Chen Qiaoqiao didn't notice anything unusual.

"Then you should continue to work hard on your cooking skills. Next time you have the opportunity to cook, we'll see if you've improved."

Xu Yuexin acted like a food critic and said, "As for this time, there's not much problem overall. It's just that the potatoes could be fried a little crispier..."

"Yeah, I understand. Next time, I'll soak the shredded potatoes in water for a little longer..."

Chen Qiaoqiao looked well-behaved and nodded seriously, taking every word Xu Yuexin said to heart as usual.

After lunch, Xu Yuexin took Qiaoqiao for a walk around the Qinghua campus and then sent her home when it was dark.

Before leaving, Chen Qiaoqiao checked again and again, and only got into the car with peace of mind after confirming that the manuscript fee receipt was tucked in the sample issue of People's Literature.

After Chen Qiaoqiao returned home, she had dinner with her family.

Because Chen Yixue was performing outside today, there were four people at the dinner table, including Chen Qiaoqiao's sister who was still in kindergarten.

"Mom, I went to Xin Ge's place today and saw something."

After dinner, Chen Qiaoqiao turned around, took the sample issue from the coffee table, took out the manuscript fee receipt inside, and proudly slapped it on the table.

Chen Shi adjusted his glasses and tried to see the words on them: "What is this?"

Zhou Zhifeng reached out for the manuscript fee receipt and lowered his head to look at it carefully.

"Manuscript fee from People's Literature Magazine, author's name: Xu Yuexin (pen name: Chunfeng), RMB (in capital letters): 1979 yuan, work: "Wreaths under the Mountains", acceptance date: April 4, 25, to be published in: Issue 1979, 5."

Zhou Zhifeng's heart skipped a beat: the kid from the Xu family actually earned some royalties, and he earned more than 600 yuan in one go.

Facing the payment slip with a big red seal on it, Zhou Zhifeng was shocked and felt ashamed when she thought of her previous doubts.

Chen Shi felt a little strange when he saw Zhou Zhifeng's face turning red.

"What is that? Let me see it."

Chen Shi took the manuscript fee from Zhou Zhifeng and immediately became happy. "Xiao Xu is a promising kid. He has become a famous author."

Chen Shi looked carefully at every word on the bill and asked excitedly, "By the way, Qiaoqiao, how did you get his bill?"

"I'm dating Xin Ge."

Chen Qiaoqiao turned away embarrassedly and confessed truthfully, "I said hello to him before and took the manuscript fee slip home."

When Chen Shi heard the answer his daughter revealed, he was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth.

"You're dating Xiao Xu? That's great. He's very talented, and he can write a novel like 'High Mountain', so his thought level must be very high."

Chen Shi had just discovered a rising star in the literary world, and then his daughter told him that they were in a relationship. Chen Shi felt that this was a blessing from heaven.

At the table, Chen Qiaoqiao's sister Chen Panpan was collecting chopsticks on the table while the adults were not paying attention, trying to calculate how many times 600 yuan was 100 yuan.

She remembered her mother saying that her father's monthly salary was 100 yuan.

"I figured it out. His royalties are worth six dads!"

After half a day of careful calculations, Chen Panpan shouted out the answer.

Chen Shi heard his daughter's innocent and lovely words and felt at a loss whether to laugh or cry: "Pan Pan's calculation is correct. But that's not six fathers, it should be said that it's six times the salary of the father."

"Oh……"

Chen Panpan nodded, not quite understanding.

"Mom, here's the payment slip. Please don't say bad things about Xin Ge from now on."

Chen Qiaoqiao advised her mother, "I know this is what you care about."

"Just because a novel is well written doesn't mean that other aspects are excellent."

"You are young and don't understand. You have to consider all aspects of the partner. If a person only has one advantage and has major disadvantages in other aspects, then he may not be a good choice..."

Zhou Zhifeng couldn't hold back his expression and spoke in a muffled voice.

At this moment, the sound of a door opening outside interrupted her chattering.

"Who has the payment slip?"

At the door, Chen Yixue opened the door and walked in, carrying a black lacquered leather bag. "Is it Qiaoqiao, or Dad?"

"Neither, it belongs to Xin Ge."

Chen Qiaoqiao took the bill from her mother, walked up to Chen Yixiu, took the handbag, and handed the bill to her.

"Oh, your partner?"

Chen Yixiu agreed simply and calmly took the manuscript fee slip and took a look at it.

"The Garland at the Foot of the Mountain"?
When Chen Yixiu saw the title of the work, her expression changed, and a hint of strangeness flashed across her usually elegant and indifferent face.

(End of this chapter)