NOVEL NEXT 8: The Neighbor's Kid is Drooling with Envy
After making his position clear, Gu Yu no longer cared whether Gu Mengyao and her brother believed him or not. He began to contemplate how to make money.
Live off the mountain if you’re near mountains, live off the water if you’re near water.
If he wanted to make money, there were plenty of mountains near Yang Village, with countless prey animals in them.
Additionally, it was autumn now, when animals in the mountains were at their fattest, and catching them could bring in quite a bit of silver.
However, Gu Yu looked down at his slender wrists, which seemed like they could break with the slightest touch, and knew that hunting was simply not feasible for him.
As for making money through trade, that also required capital, not to mention Gu Yu had no guarantee of success… Although he had transmigrated, the protagonist’s halo from novels might not necessarily be on his head.
Not to mention, even having a space depended on his wife’s contribution.
Sigh, he still needed to go out more, to understand the situation better!
“Ah Yu, lunch is ready.”
“Mm.”
Just as Gu Yu was feeling somewhat worried, Gu Mengyao’s voice happened to sound at this moment. Gu Yu nodded at her and then followed behind her toward the kitchen.
Earlier, when Gu Mengyao was preparing lunch, Gu Yu had originally wanted to go in and help, but considering that he didn’t know how to cook, he would only get in the way.
Moreover, in this feudal ancient world, a man as the head of the household would never enter the kitchen.
So, Gu Mengyao cooked personally. After cleaning the pheasant, she chopped it into small pieces, put them in the pot, added some seasonings, and stewed a pot of chicken that made one’s mouth water.
This meat fragrance could truly make the neighbor’s child cry with envy!
Compared to the skills of modern restaurant chefs, the stewed chicken Gu Mengyao made couldn’t even come close, but for Gu Yu’s body, which hadn’t smelled meat for a long time, it was completely captivated by the stewed chicken.
Inhaling the chicken’s aroma deeply several times, Gu Yu secretly thought to himself that in the future, he would definitely eat meat every day until he got sick of it!
Afterward, when Gu Mengyao placed the plate of stewed chicken on the table and brought out several steamed corn buns, Gu Yu couldn’t wait to start eating to comfort his rumbling stomach.
“Alright, let’s eat.”
He had originally wanted to show a bit more restraint, but Gu Yu felt it was simply torture, so he didn’t put on airs and directly announced the start of the meal.
From not being allowed to enter the kitchen, Gu Yu had begun to understand his wife and brother-in-law’s attitude toward him and what caused it.
The feudal ancient times had many rules…
It was precisely because of this that the previous Gu Yu could give away things from his own home, and Gu Mengyao didn’t dare say anything… This also made the current Gu Yu depressed. If he hadn’t transmigrated over, with the original body’s annoying behavior, his adopted father’s death by crashing wasn’t repaying kindness, but creating enmity.
After all, if he hadn’t married into the Gu family, the two young ones might still be able to eat their fill…
So Gu Yu also knew that if he, as the “head of the household,” didn’t speak up, the three of them could stare at each other for half a day.
After speaking, Gu Yu finally picked up his chopsticks. When the taste of meat entered his mouth, he felt like he was almost floating.
Logically speaking, he had only transmigrated to ancient times not long ago and shouldn’t be craving meat like this… This abnormal behavior could only be explained by the body’s instinct.
In other words, the original body hadn’t eaten meat for a very long time.
However, as he continued eating, Gu Yu noticed something wasn’t quite right.
Autumn pheasants were at their fattest, and Gu Mengyao, to save money, probably hadn’t stewed the entire bird, but there were still quite a few pieces of meat on the plate. Yet she kept eating corn buns and didn’t touch the chicken on the plate.
Even Gu Qingheng was also dry-eating corn buns, his eyes fixed unmoving on the meat in the plate, the longing in his eyes very obvious.
Faced with this situation, Gu Yu, who had transmigrated from modern times, sighed helplessly.
Then, Gu Yu directly picked up a piece of chicken with his chopsticks and extended it toward Gu Mengyao.
The juice from the chicken had been controlled clean by Gu Yu after picking it up, so it didn’t splash onto the table.
But when Gu Mengyao saw the chicken meat extended in front of her, her expression froze.
After reacting, Gu Mengyao looked at Gu Yu somewhat nervously, not knowing what he wanted to do.
Although Gu Mengyao was the household head, Gu Yu was the pillar of the family, so everything had to prioritize Gu Yu. Even though the prey was caught by Gu Mengyao, she couldn’t eat an extra bite.
All rural households were like this, even when Gu Mengyao’s parents were still around.
Gu Mengyao had originally planned to eat the remaining chicken with her brother after Gu Yu was full, but Gu Yu’s current behavior left her at a loss.
She didn’t know whether to open her mouth or not.
“Eat, I don’t really like it that much.”
Gu Mengyao had a conflicted expression, but Gu Yu didn’t care about all that. As a modern person, he really couldn’t engage in the ancient practice of male superiority.
Especially after Gu Mengyao contributed to the household by hunting, Gu Yu felt even more useless.
If placed in modern times, he would be nothing but a pretty boy living off a woman.
So when he saw Gu Mengyao’s moist eyes looking over, Gu Yu gave her a reassuring smile, causing Gu Mengyao to freeze before inexplicably opening her mouth.
Gu Yu took the opportunity to stuff the chicken into Gu Mengyao’s mouth, watching his little wife with one cheek bulging like a small squirrel, truly adorable beyond words.
He thought he should quickly nurture his wife. If she was this beautiful even in her current malnourished state, when she gained some weight, she would probably be impossible to look away from.