I was in my final year of high school, and my deskmate found out I was writing a novel!

The atmosphere suddenly became a bit somber, making Ye Feng feel a little embarrassed to eat. He exchanged a glance with his cousin, and they understood each other's meaning in just one look.

"Walk?"

"Hmm, I need to come up with an excuse!"

"You want to!"

"I can't believe it."

The two exchanged glances, neither daring to leave, and could only cower in fear.

Suddenly, my cousin changed the subject.

"Ye Feng, what do you young people like to eat and drink these days?"

"Well... I've been at school the whole time, so I'm not really sure. Hmm... I'll just order takeout. I'll order from whichever place is good."

What advice could a high school senior like him possibly have? He's just a small part of the many students who are day students, and he only orders takeout when he has money and during holidays. At other times, when would he have the chance to order takeout?

But it was this sentence that made my cousin grasp the key point: Yes, food delivery is a good business!

"Dad, I've made up my mind, I'll make fried rice!"

"What the heck, fried rice? You're planning to open a shop just by selling fried rice?"

"Yeah, Dad, we'll be launching a food delivery service too. And I'm not bragging, Dad, but back when I was working out of town, I specifically learned how to make fried rice from a master chef. You can ask Weiwei if you don't believe me!"

As he spoke, he looked at his wife, who seemed a little embarrassed by his gaze.

"Yes, he did learn how to make fried rice from someone back then, and he even made it for me. It was really good."

"No...you've been back for over ten years, and I've never seen you cook!!"

Before the eldest uncle could speak, the eldest aunt couldn't hold back any longer. Good heavens, her son had this skill for more than ten years, and she didn't even know!

"Hmm... It's not that we didn't have enough ingredients, it's just that I forgot. I'll cook you a meal when I have time, so you can taste my cooking."

"you!!!"

"Brother, you can make fried rice too? There's a fried rice stall on the food street near our school, and it's so popular that we have to queue up after class!"

"See? I told you it would work! We can also make some braised dishes later, like chicken drumsticks, duck drumsticks, tofu skin, lotus root slices, etc. As long as they're flavorful, this fried rice will be incredibly delicious!"

My cousin got more and more excited as he talked, and the more he talked, the more feasible it seemed. After a couple more drinks, he started making empty promises to my uncle and aunt!

"Don't give me that nonsense. We'll talk about it later. We'll go look at houses after the New Year, and then we'll talk about it!"

When he couldn't stop him any longer, his uncle decided to stall for time and let his cousin think it over properly. He knew that doing business wasn't something you could do on a whim. Even though the investment wasn't much, it would still be painful to lose it all!

The dinner party finally ended, and Ye Feng washed up and was just about to continue writing when his cousin quietly came over.

"Ye Feng, do you think I can do that fried rice business?"

"???"

"Wait... Cousin, weren't you going to write a novel? Why are you suddenly thinking about fried rice?"

"Oh, I write novels to make money, you know. I just think the fried rice business seems pretty good. It's great to own your own shop! You can open it whenever you want, take a break whenever you want, and nobody's rushing you!"

Goodness, Ye Feng really wanted to give his cousin a thumbs up. With this attitude, why bother opening a shop? Just go and ask for it directly!

"Sister, although I'm not very old, I know that you can't do business like this. You open a business whenever you want and take a break whenever you want. I've never heard of anything like this."

"I was just giving an example. I think you don't even need to open a shop. You can just set up a mobile stall, go wherever there are crowds, and there's no rent to pay!"

"..."

"Cousin, I wanted to ask, do you... know how to make fried rice?"

"No, but I can learn! My brother learned it, so it shouldn't be difficult!"

Well, she's another one who acts on a whim, but she's still his cousin, so Ye Feng tried to persuade her.

"Sis, I think it's great that you write novels. You don't have to get up early, you can sleep in as late as you want, and you can even go out to play whenever you want. You can bring a laptop and write anytime you want. Isn't that great!"

Setting up a stall is completely unsuitable for you. All that wind, sun, and rain... you've worked so hard to keep your skin so healthy, and then..."

"That's true, I don't have any money either. Forget it, I'll just stay home and write novels. I won't have to worry about food or clothing then."

This cousin made the decision on a whim, thinking she could make money, but after Ye Feng gave her a couple of pieces of advice, she calmed down and realized that things weren't as simple as they seemed. She shuffled back to her bedroom in her slippers.

This cousin is ridiculous. How could she possibly come up with a solution for something like this when she's a high school senior who's only eighteen after the New Year?

Ye Feng took out his phone, intending to video call Su Miaomiao, when his cousin suddenly returned. He quickly sent her a message.

"Ye Feng, what do you think of snail rice noodles? I often eat them when I go to the city, but they're never very good. I think the best one is the one on Renmin Road; the rest aren't very good. I'd like to work at one of those shops, learn the recipe, and open my own. What do you think?"

Ye Feng secretly rolled his eyes, unsure how to evaluate his cousin for a moment.

"Sis, I'm a senior in high school, I don't understand any of this!"

"Yeah... I'd completely forgotten you were a senior in high school. Sigh, life's tough for your sister at home. Your aunt gets annoyed just looking at me all the time. And writing novels doesn't even earn me much money. I'm so poor..."

Thinking about the computer that cost tens of thousands of yuan, and then about the expensive cosmetics he had seen on GG on the dressing table, did his cousin have some misunderstanding about poverty?

"Sis, let her scold you a bit. It's not like it'll hurt you. Your uncle will give you money if you want it. Why bother with business? You should use your intelligence to write novels instead of wasting it on opening shops and doing business. That's just not doing your job properly!"

"Brother, you also think I have a talent for writing novels?"

"Of course! Look at this book you're writing now, it's doing really well, right? You earned five thousand last month, right? It might even go up this month!"

"Right, I think so too. I just hadn't figured out the right approach before, but now I have. This book is probably going to stay like this for a while. I'll finish it soon, then start another one. My next novel is definitely going to be a smash hit!"

"Sis, I think you need to adjust your attitude. You should try to write the whole book according to your own ideas, so you'll have a better understanding of what's going on, right?"

"But... I just don't know how to continue writing!"

"Hmm... I'll just write it slowly. Maybe a new book won't be as good as this one. Since it's making money, I'll keep writing. We can talk about it when it stops making money, otherwise it's such a waste."

"Okay... I'll go back and start writing. Someone sent me a gift and asked me to update more!"