Another World Under My Pen

After reading the electronic version of the agreement, a weird smile appeared on Sun Peng's face.

Sure enough, as he had guessed, this agreement was not that fair. To put it simply, as long as this agreement is signed, Shuxiang Publishing House will have the priority publishing rights for the sculpture in the next year, and the royalties are of course the standard newcomer level. But if the later writing collapses or falls short of expectations, other publishers have the right to postpone or even refuse to publish. Of course, in order to make the agreement look fair and reasonable, Shuxiang Publishing House will assist the author in the creation and promotion, such as recommending on their website, or giving some creative guidance from the editors.

"Cut, it's the empty glove white wolf!"

After shook his head in disdain, Sun Peng quickly called Zheng Ye back and tactfully rejected the meaningless agreement. The editor Zheng did not stalker, expressed regret after persuading a few words to no avail, and then said that he would continue to pay attention to shooting the eagle, hoping that there would be opportunities for cooperation in the future.

Everyone is polite and there are no waves.

If Sun Peng is really a newcomer to the Internet, he might accept this agreement with joy. After all, he is a big-name publishing house, and his willingness to sign this agreement at least shows the level of the novel, and subsequent publishing houses will continue to pay attention. Will greatly increase the probability of publication.

But what book is the Eagle Shooting? Need this kind of agreement?

As a member of the traversing army, Sun Peng has pride in his original world. Perhaps shooting a sculpture in this world may not reach the height of the earth, but the classic is a classic after all. Sun Peng believes that no matter which world he shoots in The eagle will burst out its light! Does this kind of work need other people's guidance? What reservation agreement do I need to sign?

Only two hundred thousand words, Sun Peng can afford it.

but……

"At least one thing is certain, this should be a normal world."

Rubbing his chin, Sun Peng nodded with a smile.

After seeing more of the classic plots in Traverse novels that the whole world was blocked after rejection, Sun Peng was still extremely satisfied with the attitude of other editors. Of course he understands better that for a normal world, let alone a small editor, even if the publishers are the presidents, how many people will kill you if they are out of their own territory? There is still an agency of the General Administration of Press and Publication on the planet. In this world, whoever is full will take care of you...

After understanding the reason for shooting the eagle into the street, Sun Peng was at ease.

Too few words, declining categories, too few followers, too fierce competition, etc., have temporarily clouded the jewel of Shooting Eagle. But Zheng Ye, the editor of the publishing house, made Sun Peng realize that the classics will not fade after all, no matter in which world they are. Moreover, I went to the novel homepage and took a look. The growth rate of various data seems to have accelerated, which made Sun Peng's agitated heart temporarily settled...

When I am in a good mood, my appetite opens up.

The charm of the eldest sister is not really built up, Zhao Jinxiang really invited the lunch at noon, and Sun Peng ate a lot. Under normal circumstances, this meal will definitely be saved at night. However, after squeezing his skinny ribs, he decided to make himself a meal with oil and water to make up for it. The evening was a good time to grow fat, and he must not miss it.

Looking through the refrigerator, Sun Peng took out half a local chicken.

The local chicken was bought when the eldest sister came last weekend, and he made half of it for Sun Peng that day, and half was left. Sun Peng immersed himself in the refrigerator for a long time, and finally found two potatoes and half a green pepper, and then let out a sigh of relief-finally he didn't have to go out to buy things.

Chop chicken, peel garlic, peel potatoes.

A young man in his early twenties and a bachelor in his thirties merged into one at this moment, handling the ingredients with a level of proficiency that Sun Jing and others would never believe. Sun Peng in this world seems to be suffering from anorexia. He eats almost the same as cats every day, and he rarely touches meat and fish. But Sun Peng in another world is an out-and-out foodie, no meat and no joy, one of the greatest pleasures in life. One is to cook myself a hard dish on weekends and spend the night slowly with two bottles of beer. This is also the reason why he was obviously a doctor, but his body exceeded the obesity standard and he was found to have moderate fatty liver.

Rebirth on a young skinny ghost is definitely lucky for Sun Peng!

For example, if the local chicken in his hand is placed on the earth, even if he is not happy, Sun Peng can only peel off the chicken skin, peel off the chicken fat, take a little oil, sugar and salt each, and finally make a color that is barely fragrant. But the taste is far from satisfying home cooking. But in this world, Sun Peng no longer has to worry about his weight and fat, he no longer has to worry about liver and cholesterol, he completely retains the most delicious chicken skin and chicken fat, big sugar, heavy salt, and thick oil red sauce. He has been satisfied for many years. A heavy taste that has never been enjoyed...

In the blink of an eye, all the ingredients have been prepared.

Heat the pan with cold oil and put the sugar in the pan. When the syrup is pan-scorched, the chicken nuggets are put in the pot, and the chicken fat is fried with a strong fragrance in the scream. Then garlic cloves, dried chili, pepper, star anise, aniseed and cooking wine, soy sauce and other seasonings The pot, a few minutes later, with a more heated cheering in the pot, a large amount of hot water was poured into it, the lid was turned on, and the fire was turned down to start to simmer slowly.

An hour and a half later, when Sun Peng was a little hungry, the potatoes were cooked.

The technology of eating food is always not to be underestimated. The technology of adding water is already quite advanced. When the potatoes are simmered, the water is almost boiled. At this time, add green peppers and garlic, and finally sprinkle a small handful of chives, which is hot and hard. The dishes and the iron pan were brought to the table by Sun Peng.

Sun Peng sat down at the table after holding a bowl of cooked rice and opening a can of cold beer.

"...It's so fragrant!"

After taking a deep breath, Sun Peng's face showed a satisfied look.

Since he was diagnosed with fatty liver in his last life, Sun Peng began to change his life habits from the perspective of a doctor. Every night he would go for a run as long as he had time, and at the same time quit all "bad" foods, which naturally included this salty. The spicy potato stewed chicken nuggets, especially the mellow chicken fat, is almost never touched again. Vaguely, he can't remember when the last time he smelled this familiar smell...

Subconsciously picking up a piece of cooked potato and putting it in his mouth, a salty fragrance immediately filled the whole mouth.

The chopsticks fell frequently, and the cheeks kept squirming. Pieces of chicken or potatoes were put into the mouth by Sun Peng, chewing happily, and the food was hearty; occasionally I picked up the beer bottle and poured it hard, and the cold feeling hit it. , And a strong contrast with the rich chicken flavor, this feeling is really refreshing!

Suddenly, Sun Peng remembered the last time he ate like this.

It was the long Spring Festival holiday of one year. Sun Peng, who had been promoted to the backbone of the department, was rarely assigned to be on duty and was lucky enough to buy a ticket to go home. The excited old father was naturally sharpening his sword and was at the market in one breath. I bought a few fat roosters, and killed them one day for him. Sun Peng remembered the taste of that long Spring Festival holiday, the richness could not dissipate for a long time...

Raising the beer in his hand again, Sun Peng didn't notice it at all. He didn't know when he had already burst into tears.

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