She Only Cares About Cultivation
Chapter 64 - 90s Cook 64

Chapter 64: 90s Cook 64

Gong Mingxia had written down her ideas, and the next day, she mailed them out.

After that, she was busy once she returned home in the afternoon. It didn’t matter that she couldn’t produce the article right away; it was necessary to have an outline, a detailed outline, no less, as they related to the progression of the plot and were interconnected. She would record the detailed outline on a cassette tape, narrate it bit by bit, keep a copy for herself, and send another to Meng Xiuying, then test the effectiveness of the written output.

Of course, that’s what she thought, but it was still unknown what Meng Xiuying thought, whether or not she would be willing to accept this suggestion.

During the wait, the preliminary outline was already written. About ten days later, she received a letter from Meng Xiuying.

She seemed surprised she had such an idea, but she expressed her interest and wanted to see her story first to see if she could resonate with it or write it out. If they were compatible, perhaps they could collaborate, and the specifics of the collaboration could be discussed once everything was officially settled.

Gong Mingxia found this feasible and replied with another letter, adding a new book outline and character relationship chart.

While waiting for a reply, she had almost finished listing the detailed outline. It was evident that Gong Mingxia was someone who acted promptly without delay. She managed to concoct both the broad and detailed outlines within a month, which wasn’t slow and, of course, fully demonstrated she indeed had substantial thoughts.

At a stage when online novels hadn’t yet prevailed, she wrote traditional romance literature without time travel or superpowers, merely ordinary household and palace intrigue—of course, to fit the current social mainland, the setting was switched to the Qing Dynasty. In essence, this was a Qing Dynasty palace drama with a major female lead.

If she remembered correctly, around ’97-’98, a certain "Xiao Yan" had emerged and became incredibly popular, and this atypical female lead romance drama had generated many industries. If Meng Xiuying’s capability was solid, they might indeed succeed, because she believed her outline was excellent. It was a brain-burning palace drama where missing even one episode was not an option. Moreover, blink, and you might just miss a woman’s downfall.

Now, Gong Mingxia’s daily life was very fulfilling, waking up at five in the morning to buy groceries, sending her daughter off at seven-thirty, then starting to cook at home. By around ten-thirty, she’d prepare her stall and was busy until over two in the afternoon; after washing up, by four, she’d sit down to brainstorm plots. She had enrolled her daughter in evening care, where a designated person would pick her up from kindergarten and take her straight to a training center to learn piano and dance, eating dinner there, and would pick her up at eight.

The evening care cost one hundred yuan a month as they were only responsible for one pick-up and a dinner.

A piano class cost thirty yuan, which was held on the 1st, 3rd, 5th, and 7th days of the month, totaling 16 sessions. With supervision and guidance for practicing, it amounted to three hundred yuan a month.

Practiced sessions and regular classes had different fees, so it was three hundred yuan a month. A normal class cost thirty yuan per session, one class per week, four classes a month costing 120 yuan.

If practicing piano, twelve sessions were needed a month, each costing fifteen yuan, resulting in a monthly fee of 180 yuan for piano practice.

Dance classes were held on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday, costing twenty yuan per session, totaling 240 yuan a month for lessons.

So, adding it all up, just the nursery fees for her daughter were 350 yuan, evening care 100 yuan, piano 300 yuan, dance 240 yuan, totaling 990 yuan, which amounted to one thousand yuan.

In this era, for Gong Mingxia to spend this much on educational expenses really wasn’t ordinary.