Chapter 651: Little Silver’s New Inspiration
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Clear Sky Knife Luo… Little Silver felt like he had heard this t.i.tle from somewhere; it sounded very familiar!
Because Grandfather w.a.n.g had been occupied these last few days with honing his knife skills, Mother w.a.n.g was now responsible for making all the meals in the w.a.n.g family. Ever since she stopped writing to become a housewife, she actually learned a lot of life skills. Apart from managing the household, she spent all her free time taking all kinds of qualification exams.
Mother w.a.n.g had taken especial care with the dishes tonight and had meticulously planned the pairing of the meat and vegetables.
The first dish was crystal radish. This was an imported ingredient which was very expensive. However, it just so happened to be on sale today, and she had bought two of them in pa.s.sing. One she saved for another time, while she sliced the other and stir-fried it with shredded meat. She called this dish: stir-fried radish king.
The meat dish was vegetable meatb.a.l.l.s, also called vegetable lion’s head 1 . It was made with a mix of diced broccoli and meat rolled into b.a.l.l.s with egg and flour. Broccoli actually wasn’t the original vegetable ingredient, but they couldn’t finish all the broccoli they had at the w.a.n.g family home. As a result, every time Mother w.a.n.g left home, she would take a few bags of broccoli with her to give out.
Although broccoli had been used as the vegetable subst.i.tute, which made the lion’s head less chewy, that didn’t stop w.a.n.g Ling from enjoying it. Since it was a little more troublesome to make this dish, Mother w.a.n.g would usually only make it if they had visitors, which proved just how much Mother w.a.n.g liked Little Silver!
Oh, that was right, Mother w.a.n.g named the dish: lion’s head eating vegetables.
With the remaining two dishes, one was w.a.n.g Ming’s favorite coral grouper; it was a pity he wasn’t there today. The other dish was tonight’s soup; it was a mushroom soup made with imported C mushrooms and bottled mushrooms 2, which was very good for the intestines.
“Miss Silver, you’re so thin, eat more. If it’s not enough, there’s more in the pot.” Mother w.a.n.g smiled at Little Silver as she ladled out a bowl of rice.
Little Silver lowered his head shyly. “It’s enough, enough. I actually eat very little, usually!”
w.a.n.g Ling and Loopy Toad cast disdainful looks at him one after another.
I’ve never seen such a shameless Silver!
Holding the bowl and chopsticks, Little Silver didn’t dare eat until he saw w.a.n.g Ling pick up some food. “That, where’s Senior w.a.n.g?”
Master’s lord father! He remembered that the few times he had visited the w.a.n.g family’s small villa, he had had very little opportunity to see Senior w.a.n.g.
“He’s busy writing, let’s can eat first. He’s always like this.” Mother w.a.n.g smiled helplessly. “I’ll deliver some food to him later.”
Little Silver gazed at the second floor and was unable to stop chattering. “What book is Senior w.a.n.g writing? Can I read them?”
“It’s an online serialization called The Live Streaming Life of the Immortal King ; his earlier book is called Let Go of That Wet Nurse ,” Loopy Toad replied. “You can search for them online, but remember, you must subscribe to the official ones!”
“Of course!” Little Silver vowed in reply.
He silently recorded down the t.i.tles of these two novels in his mind. They were Senior w.a.n.g’s masterpieces, he definitely had to read them! Not only that, he should put down the main points in a notebook as well!
He suddenly recalled seeing Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal reading a book when the latter had spare time at home, and not just reading but also studying from it. Little Silver now completely understood — it turned out that Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was reading Senior w.a.n.g’s novel!
If Master was already so awesome, then how strong was Senior w.a.n.g… there definitely had to be some lessons to be gleaned from the novel!
At night, it was Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal who specially came to the w.a.n.g family’s small villa to bring Little Silver home, because he was afraid that if Little Silver went back on his own, the latter would be detained and taken to the police station yet again. Grenade-Throwing could be said to be taking great pains with this…
On their way home, he noticed that Little Silver unexpectedly wasn’t watching anime or online soap operas, but was reading an e-book very seriously. He was straightaway startled. “What are you reading? So serious!”
“Senior w.a.n.g’s great work! You’ve been reading it all this time right? … Can you lend me your notes to copy later?” Little Silver looked at him.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal broke out in a sweat. “I don’t have notes… they’re just some of my thoughts. Senior w.a.n.g’s book is a little deep and I haven’t completely understood it yet! If you’re interested, we can study it together!”
For Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal, this was certainly a problem.
Tens of millions of people chased Senior w.a.n.g’s novels. A casual call for monthly votes, and his ranking crushed everything else. So many people read his books, but how many truly understood them? Perhaps until now, no one had gleaned any sort of lesson from Senior w.a.n.g’s novels; they definitely wouldn’t be so easily understood.
The profound principles of Heavenly Dao required careful examination. In the past, it was possible to take over a hundred years of persistent study to uncover the profound meaning in an ancient arts volume.
Senior w.a.n.g’s new book had only been serialized for a few months; how could anyone possibly comprehend it so easily?
After some thought, Little Silver frowned. “Grenade-Throwing, did we skip some step, so we have no way of comprehending what Senior w.a.n.g wrote?”
Grenade-Throwing thought this sounded interesting. “For example?”
“I think what we lack is practice!” Little Silver turned off his phone. Although he had only just started reading the novel, he was so excited as he was seized by a strong urge to write.
Previously, Little Silver had wondered if there was a way for him to make money without needing to leave the house! He had looked online for a long time and had only found some positions for freelance typists, half of which were probably fake.
After living at Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal’s place for so long, Little Silver felt that he needed to learn to rely on himself!
And just then, he was hugely inspired by “Senior w.a.n.g.”
“Grenade-Throwing!”
Little Silver looked at him with a very earnest expression.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: “???”
Little Silver: “I’m going to write novels!”
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: “…”
…
Sometime that night, Little Silver, who already couldn’t hold back his desire to write, quickly started to write in the vein of a novel. Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal sat next to him and waited, looking forward to seeing what kind of great work he could create…
Little Silver: “Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal, what do you think about this opening?”
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: “What’s your theme?”
Little Silver was full of confidence: “It’s a story about Senior w.a.n.g’s image as a writer, and is about a guru author who falls and struggles to get back on his feet.”
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal looked at the screen.
Little Silver’s book started like this…
Average subscription: 30.
The young man was expressionless as he stared at the background stats. His sneer was faintly self-mocking. His fists were clenched so tight that his slightly sharp nails dug into his palms.
“w.a.n.g Situ, average subscription: 30 readers, loser third-tier writer!” After looking at this internal data, an editor sent the announcement in an indifferent tone to the authors’ group.
It wasn’t the least bit surprising that the editor’s voice message would cause a sensation in the group.
“Average subscription is 30? As I expected, this trash writer is a loser!”
“This trash is a real embarra.s.sment to us authors!”
“If it wasn’t because he’s the editor’s friend, the website would have dumped him a long time ago.”
…
Elsewhere, in the editing department, the editor who had announced the news sighed deeply.
The editor-in-chief next to him patted his shoulder. “Two years ago, he still had an average subscription of five thousand. It’s been two years… he’s slipped backwards instead of making progress. If it continues like this, he might even drop under the loser third tier.”
…
Little Silver: “What do you think?”
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: “…”