I write novels in Liyue

Although the predecessor had some knowledge of Liyue Harbor from his memories, it was only when walking on the streets of Liyue Harbor that he truly felt its grandeur and prosperity.

The streets and alleys are bustling with traffic.

Fang Qiu suddenly had a feeling that she had entered the Grand View Garden with Granny Liu.

Along the way, Hu Tao kept talking to her about what had happened recently, and also said that her Qiuqiu Ballad had recently spread throughout the entire Liyue Harbor.

She's now a well-known dark and satirical poet from the alleyways.

Fang Qiu responded with a smile.

And so, we arrived at Wanmin Hall.

The person in charge of entertaining them was a girl named Xiangling.

She was dressed in traditional Liyue attire, a yellow and brown color, with short, navy blue hair and a fair forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.

At his waist was a divine eye, which, like the divine eye on Walnut's back, was of the fire element.

Like Hu Tao, Xiang Ling had known Fang Qiu for some time.

At her feet stood a mysterious creature resembling a raccoon.

This creature is called Guoba (crispy rice crust).

It is said to be a pet that Xiangling picked up when she was a child.

"Hu Tao, Fang Qiu, you've come at the right time. I've developed a new dish, would you like to try it?"

Xiangling's eyes lit up as she spoke.

"Oh? What new dish?"

Hu Tao's eyes lit up, and she asked.

"Jueyun pepper stir-fried with water slime".

After saying that, Xiangling looked at Hu Tao with expectant eyes, slightly excited, and asked, "How is it? Doesn't it sound appetizing?"

……

……

New author, new book, please support!

Because prices in Genshin Impact are quite chaotic, everything is based on the purchasing power of our real-world currency. We hope everyone can understand.

Chapter Two: This guy is clearly sickly

"Yue... reminds me of the stir-fried slime you made for me last time. My stomach hasn't been feeling well lately, so let's skip it today and have something normal."

Hu Tao's expression changed, and she quickly refused.

So, Xiangling turned her gaze to Fang Qiu.

Fang Qiu felt a chill run down her spine and quickly refused.

Jueyun Pepper plus Water Slime...

She couldn't quite believe it; no wonder Hu Tao looked like she'd seen a ghost.

No, walnuts aren't afraid of ghosts.

Fortunately, Xiangling didn't insist, and just disappointedly took out the ordinary menu.

"Hehe, Fang Qiu, it's my treat today, order whatever you like."

Hu Tao handed the menu to Fang Qiu and said.

Fang Qiu didn't stand on ceremony with Hu Tao and casually ordered a few dishes that were delicious, inexpensive, and plentiful.

If we can't finish it, we can pack it up and that will take care of dinner.

Xiangling cooks very quickly, and she brought out several dishes in almost no time.

Fragrant and tender spicy chicken, stir-fried sliced ​​meat, light and refreshing farm-style dishes, and northern smoked chicken.

It must be said that Xiangling truly deserves to be called the top chef at Chihuyan; her skills are indeed amazing.

This also completely extinguished Fang Qiu's idea of ​​developing modern cuisine in Liyue.

Wanmintang was very popular and almost full. She and Hu Tao sat at the same table, which attracted the attention of many people present.

Fang Qiu felt uncomfortable all over, but Hu Tao was already used to being stared at.

After finishing her meal, Hu Tao hurriedly said goodbye to Fang Qiu, saying she had to get busy with today's orders.

After packing up, Fang Qiu bid farewell to Xiang Ling and, relying on her memory, headed towards Wanwenji House.

Logically speaking, her writing experience from her previous life taught her that choices are far more important than effort.

Market research is something a novelist must do when starting a new book.

A flop like the one who came before him only knew how to bury himself in writing, without doing any market research or reading any other books published at the same time.

It has to be said that it's a miracle that the original author could barely make a living by writing novels.

We walked all the way to Wanwenji House.

Wanwen Bookstore is a bookstore in Liyue. The owner is a married woman named Ji Fang. Although her business philosophy is rather laid-back, she is still quite trendy and always has a good selection of best-selling books.

Of course, most importantly, you can preview the book here and then buy the full version if you like it.

If you're going to do market research, a trial reading is sufficient.

After greeting the proprietress, Fang Qiu began to select a few recently popular books.

"Tianheng Juedao Ji", "Jueyun Jiwen", "Zhulin Yueye", and the best-selling "Shenxiao Zheji Lu", etc.

After sitting at the wooden table next to Wanwen Collection House for a while, Fang Qiu had a general idea of ​​the popular books in Liyue.

"Tianheng Juedao Ji" is a collection of poems, while "Jueyun Jiwen" is similar to the earlier "Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio," telling stories of ghosts, monsters, and immortals...

……

Time passed quickly, and it soon became evening.

After reading more than twenty beginnings in one go, Fang Qiu gained a general understanding of the Li Yue novel market.

Liyue's novels are indeed in their early stages of development, but they have already established a certain market presence.

To stand out from the crowd, one needs to take an unconventional approach.

Therefore, Fang Qiu decided to write a healing novel!

I've decided on you for the first book.

Your Lie in April

Having made up her mind, Fang Qiu returned all the books to the proprietress, Ji Fang, under her strange gaze.

Very few people read so many books without buying a single one.

It wasn't that Fang Qiu wanted to get something for free.

I have no money, what should I do?

I'll come back and buy the ticket when I have the money.

Back in her room, Fang Qiu didn't even bother to reheat the food she had packed at noon; she immediately picked up her pen and began writing.

However, when she picked up the pen and wrote the first character, looking at the crooked "four" on the paper, Fang Qiu couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

I... don't seem to know how to use a calligraphy brush...

Time passed slowly.

The sea surface lit up with a pale dawn, and the morning light shone into the house through the wooden windows.

The white-haired woman let out a long breath and put the pen back on the pen holder.

On the table was a thick pile of manuscript paper, the handwriting on which could no longer be described as sloppy.

It's like a dog crawling; it doesn't form any characters.

Although the previous owner could write calligraphy, it seems that I can't...

That's way too difficult to master.

"Looks like I'll need to find someone to write for me once I've made some money."

Fang Qiu stretched and looked at the manuscript on the table, nodding in satisfaction.

Although the handwriting was a bit messy, I managed to localize part of "Your Lie in April" after a whole night of hard work.

Next, it's time to submit the article.

However, I need to get some sleep before that.

Looking at the haggard-looking white-haired woman in the bronze mirror, Fang Qiu sighed and gave up the idea of ​​immediately submitting her manuscript to Liyue Publishing House.

For someone with her frail health, being able to stay up all night was already an extraordinary achievement; she was so engrossed in writing that she forgot to rest.

Without even eating, Fang Qiu collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep.

so tired……

I'm supposed to have divine vision, yet I'm this sleepy after staying up all night...

Fang Qiu lay on the bed, and before she could fall asleep, she felt short of breath.

Left with no other choice, Fang Qiu had to forcefully turn over, instinctively curling up and lying on her side to sleep.

This guy is clearly sickly, so why are his breasts so big? He can't even breathe when he sleeps on his stomach...

Chapter Three: Why Did Prince Yan Punish Me Like This?

"Waaah..."

The white-haired woman, curled up on the bed, frowned, mumbled something in her sleep, and struggled to open her eyes.

The last rays of the setting sun had already shone through the wooden windows into the house.

Fang Qiu's pupils contracted slightly.