I became the Prime Minister's Adored Wife after Transmigrating

She gently took a bite of the sugar painting. “It’s very sweet!”

Ji Chen imitated her actions and carefully took a bite. “It’s sweet!”

The siblings sat together on the steps under the roof. The atmosphere was warm and harmonious.

Inspired by the sugar painting, Ji Zhao locked herself in her room for the entire afternoon.

During this period, Zhao Lanhua even came to see her once. Seeing that she was so serious about practicing her handwriting, she did not say anything.

“If only Ah Tao and Third Brother hadn’t divorced.” Zhao Lanhua, who had returned to the main house, sighed as she sewed her clothes. “I just went to take a look. Although I didn’t understand, Ah Tao’s handwriting is very good!”

“Our children and grandchildren have their own blessings.” Shen Dashan, who was cleaning up the fishing line, said without looking up, “The fate between husband and wife was cultivated in the previous life. If Third Brother and Ah Tao are destined to be husband and wife in this life, they won’t be able to escape!”

“That’s true.” Zhao Lanhua nodded in agreement.

“Lanhua, I’ll go fishing with Brother Da Zhuang at Xiaji Village tomorrow, okay?”

“You’ve already started to pack the fishing rods. How can I stop you?” Zhao Lanhua laughed, half angrily.

“I have to catch a few more big fish to make fish soup!” Shen Dashan said happily. “Lanhua, just watch!”

“Alright, I’ll wait at home!”

At dusk, the afterglow of the setting sun covered the entire sky. The brilliant sunset glow was like spilled orange juice. It was beautiful.

Ji Zhao put down the brush in her hand and stretched her waist.

Knock knock—

“Come in!”

Shen Yao walked up to her with a bowl of mung bean soup that had been cooled.

“Mother made mung bean soup and asked me to give you a bowl.”

“Thank you~” Ji Zhao quickly took it and finished the bowl of green bean soup.

The slightly cold mung bean sweet soup slid from her throat to her heart, making her feel cool and comfortable.

“I heard from Mother that you stayed in the house for the entire afternoon?” Shen Yao handed her a handkerchief and asked softly.

“That’s right,” Ji Zhao said excitedly. “I suddenly had an inspiration and wrote a short children’s picture book. Do you want to take a look?”

As she spoke, Ji Zhao handed the freshly written picture book to Shen Yao as if she was presenting a treasure.

Although Shen Yao did not quite understand the meaning of words like ‘inspiration’ and ‘picture book,’ he still read it seriously when he saw Ji Zhao’s enthusiastic gaze.

“The Adventure of the Caterpillar?” Shen Yao was a little stunned when he saw this title.

“That’s right!” Ji Zhao snapped her fingers excitedly. “Hurry up and continue reading. If there’s anything wrong with my writing, remember to give me some advice!”

Before transmigrating into a book, Ji Zhao was the 308th generation successor of the imperial chefs. She had been influenced by her family since she was young, so her culinary skills were naturally flawless. However, Ji Zhao had never given up on her dream, which was to write the stories in her heartt!

“The caterpillar has gone through many dangers and difficulties. In the end, it realized its dream and broke out of its cocoon to become a butterfly! Isn’t this story especially inspiring?” The more Ji Zhao spoke, the more excited she became. “I’ll tell it to Chenchen. He’ll definitely like this story!”

Just as she thought Ji Chen would definitely like this story, she suddenly realized that he had fallen asleep.

Ji Zhao sighed silently in her heart. After tucking him in, she turned around and left dejectedly.

A failure was a failure. No matter what kind of story she wrote, she could not escape the fate of being a failure!