After being expelled from the mansion, I changed the dynasty by writing novels.

Chapter 122 satisfies all the book fans!

Ye Yuwu returned to the courtyard by herself, intending to write a book in the quiet study.

It was too cold, so she lit a charcoal fire inside. Her desk was next to the wooden window, so she kept the window half-closed, and through this half-open window, she could see the snow scene in the yard.

There was a plum tree by her window, and a branch happened to be lying by the window. The pale pink plum blossoms were covered with snowflakes and looked extremely beautiful. The yard was filled with the fragrance of plum blossoms.

She wrote while enjoying the cool fragrance of plum blossoms and admiring the snow—what a leisurely and carefree life!

However, before writing the book, I still need to reply to some letters from my fans.

Coincidentally, the first letter she had to reply to was from Bai Zunxing, asking if something had happened recently and why she had suddenly stopped updating.

Ye Yuwu couldn't tell the truth and say that she was busy with coal mine matters, so she had to say that there were things to do at home, which was why she had to stop updating for a while, in order to rest and recharge her writing inspiration.

After replying to the first letter, she picked up the first one. As soon as she opened it, she saw familiar words and a familiar greeting. Well, it was Bai Zunxing again.

Skip this letter, open the third one, and it's hers again. Do people in ancient times love to play the same game over and over again? It turns out that all eras are a cycle of repetition. It was the same thing when I was in prison last time.

As expected of the Marquis of Wu'an's own sister.

No wonder Zhang Rouyan said those words with such bitterness and resentment. It seems she was really tormented. Could it be that half of the letters piled up like a small mountain were contributed by her?

Fortunately, the fourth letter was not written by Bai Zunxing.

The letter was just a plea for more updates and didn't offer any real substance, so she ignored it and didn't reply.

Several letters came in succession urging me to update the chapters, and some people even wrote several letters to urge me to update.

What's even more outrageous is that some people are furious and say they'll go to the bookstore to find her if she doesn't update, and they'll urge her to write even if she hides at the ends of the earth.

Even worse, some people said they would lock her up in a cage and not release her until the story was finished. Is this some kind of forced love?!

I'm really scared of them. If this continues, I won't be able to keep up with the fake accounts.

Ye Yuwu trembled and clutched her disguise tightly, reaffirming in her heart that her disguise must not be discovered. She wouldn't let her disguise be exposed even if she were offered a hundred taels of gold, otherwise she would be torn to shreds by her book fans.

Besides these letters, some people also wrote to ask what peppers were and whether sponge cakes could really be made.

But what made Ye Yuwu even happier was that, in addition to these things, some of the dishes from "The Little Chef of Jinchao" were also reproduced, such as "Immortal Rich Cake", "Stuffed Eggplant", "Stone Slab Tofu" and other snacks.

These people made money quickly by setting up stalls, using novel ways of eating from storybooks, and promoting the same food as that in "The Little Chef of the Jin Dynasty".

Ye Yuwu was genuinely happy for these people. Wasn't her original intention in writing the book to improve the quality of food?!

Jinchao had long been fed up with the lack of delicious food. It was great that someone could make it and even earn money from it. It was worth mentioning that a mother and child she had rescued from the streets had also improved their living conditions thanks to her recipes, which made her very happy.

Otherwise, she could simply use the recipes provided by the search system to cook these novel dishes, promote them using her own stories, and make a fortune.

But she didn't do that. Sometimes she would help ordinary people earn some money so that they could see hope for life.

Zhang Rouyan and Qingming had previously called her silly and a living bodhisattva, but she didn't mind. She helped others within her ability, and there was nothing wrong with that.

What she finds sad is that when did "living bodhisattva" become a derogatory term, like the modern term "saintly mother"? There always needs to be someone who acts as a living bodhisattva in this world, otherwise how can this society continue?

Ye Yuwu composed herself and prepared to write the next part of the story.

But as soon as she picked up the brush, she couldn't bring herself to put it down. She had a problem that all writers have, a problem that is neither too big nor too small, but could be so serious as to be "fatal". This problem is called "laziness".

In the later stages of this disease, the patient may desperately stay up all night to update and write stories in their final days, and then die from overwork.

Not only that, she also has another illness—amnesia, commonly known as poor memory.

This illness will cause you to forget the previous plot points, and no matter how you try to write, you won't be able to recall the story's development. Amnesia will delay your progress and increase the "fatal rate" of your later "laziness," which is quite terrifying.

All authors avoided these two diseases at all costs, fearing that they might contract them themselves.

Unfortunately, she contracted both of these diseases!

But in the end, a miracle cure was found – poverty! This successfully and gradually cured both of her illnesses.

So she took out the script she had written last time, quickly went through it, and came up with ideas for the next development of the plot.

She smiled slyly and picked up her pen.

Hehe, you greedy girls and boys, watch me make you all drool and experience the power of modern cuisine!

But as she wrote, she got hungry.

Drooling from the corner of his eye—that's truly self-destructive while injuring the enemy by eight hundred!

Anyway, I'm already starving, so I can't let my book fans go hungry. I'll feed them all until they're full, of course, I mean mentally!

With the last stroke completed, she slumped back into the chair with a thud.

It's like feeding the book fans while starving the author! Her current state is a perfect example of this saying.

While Ye Yuwu was in seclusion writing her story, Bai Zunxing, carrying a letter from "Mr. Wuming" in reply to her, wandered around the bookstore.

"Oh my god, Mr. Wuming finally replied to me!" She pressed the envelope to her chest, tears streaming down her face.

"Waaaaah, after so many days, Mr. Wuming has finally replied. Thank goodness he's alright."

At this moment, Liang Suxin stepped forward and asked her, "Has Mr. Wuming said when the next storybook will be updated?"

This wasn't just something Liang Suxin wanted to ask; her mother and many of her friends also asked her to inquire about it.

Even her father came to her to subtly probe her, thinking she couldn't see through her own father's true intentions. In fact, she had already seen through her father, but she just didn't expose him.

However, she hadn't heard from Mr. Wuming for some time, so naturally she couldn't give them an answer.

Bai Zunxing paused in the hand holding the envelope, her tears ceasing as if choked by her words. Then she said, "He didn't say, but Mr. Wuming replied. He'll definitely be publishing a book! Actually, it doesn't matter whether Mr. Wuming publishes a book or not, as long as he's safe and sound."

It has to be said that sometimes Bai Zunxing's guesses are really accurate.

Upon hearing this, Liang Suxin slapped her forehead in exasperation, "This child is hopeless."

If this were in modern times, she would definitely be considered a "love-struck" or "brainless fangirl."

"Love-obsessed" and "brainless fangirls": Thanks for the invitation, I haven't offended any of you!