Stay Home Daddy: I Was Reborn After My Daughter Passed Away
Chapter 419: Four hundred and nineteen Husband and Wife Night Talks_1

Chapter 419: Four hundred and nineteen Husband and Wife Night Talks_1

Watching his wife devour her food like a whirlwind, finishing three large bowls and still looking a bit unsatisfied.

Gu Chen sat to the side with a face of nonchalance, too lazy to expose the acts of this proud tsundere.

After all, she was his wife, after all.

After she finished eating, Gu Chen took the remaining dishes and cleaned them up in the kitchen.

He contemplated ordering several dishwashers for the mall tomorrow.

After all, money was no issue for Gu Chen. They could be used in both the restaurant and at home, and would save him a lot of tedious work.

Moreover, this gadget was actually invented back in 1860, but in this era, it practically had no market in China.

Let alone for daily home use, even restaurant owners would rather hire a few extra waiters to wash dishes.

They weren’t willing to buy such an appliance to use.

There were even many rumors saying that machines didn’t clean dishes properly.

Gu Chen, a person reborn, had no such prejudices at all.

Besides, he was no "Dishwashing Immortal." He didn’t believe that dishes washed by machines lacked a soul.

Only hands could wash dishes properly, preferably those of a master dishwasher passed down through generations.

And even better if the master was a stunning beauty with both looks and figure.

Only then would the dishes be considered to possess a soul, to have warmth.

Thinking of this, Gu Chen couldn’t help but click his tongue in wonder. When it came to marketing, this approach was certainly well played.

Of course, such "extra-charge tricks" wouldn’t take long to become widely popular in China too.

Take, for instance, a certain soy-sauce-flavored stock that had been rising for over a decade before Gu Chen was reborn,

which boasted that it was personally trampled by local beauties.

Of course, this also highlighted just how petty some people’s mindsets were.

If only they were willing to spend a bit more money, hiring some pretty girls to trample in the pits,

take some attractive photos, and then promote their "foot fermentation" classic process.

Forget about being blasted by the entire internet, wouldn’t that sell out immediately?

And among these marketing tactics, the standout was the classic "Lip Plucked Tea," also known as Xinyang Maojian.

Legend had it that it was a court tribute tea through the dynasties, plucked by virgins with their own lips.

Of course, the stories that followed were even more outrageous, and at the same time more erotic.

But, for reasons that might not pass censors, let’s not go into details.

Compared to that, the widely known "mouth-chewed wine" was simply weak.

Of course, Gu Chen would never engage in such preposterous stunts.

As a modestly wealthy full-time dad, even if he really wanted to take advantage of others, he wouldn’t go to such crazy extents.

After washing the dishes and drying his hands in the kitchen, Gu Chen returned to the living room.

By then, Ji Pianran was stroking her belly, leaning comfortably on the sofa with her eyes narrowed.

"Husband, your cooking skills have really improved lately."

As soon as Ji Pianran saw Gu Chen sit next to her, she immediately snuggled up to him, whining.

Smelling the faint scent of soap on him, she couldn’t help rubbing against his chest.

But then, seemingly recalling something, she looked up and said coquettishly,

"I clearly told you not to make so much food before, but you ended up making me eat so much.

Quick, admit it, are you trying to make me gain weight, is this your plot against me?"

Saying this, Ji Pianran somewhat indignantly stretched out her two little hands.

She gently pinched Gu Chen’s cheeks and began to twist them back and forth.

A handsome face bathed in sunlight was being molded into various shapes by her hands.

It looked somewhat irresistibly amusing.

"Wife, I was wrong, but I’d dare to do it again next time."

Gu Chen wrapped his arms around her slim waist, free of any excess flesh, and surrendered right then and there, very smoothly.

He also mumbled something incomprehensible.

What he really wanted to say was that it was actually you who, after finishing your meal just now,

kept slamming the table, crying and screaming for another bowl, and I couldn’t refuse even if I wanted to.

That momentum was on par with Wu Song fighting tigers on the mountain. Should I also stand a sign on the dining table tomorrow?

Maybe write on it, "No three bowls, no bedtime?"

Gu Chen couldn’t help but stifle his laughter while he started to tickle her waist.

Ji Pianran laughed while dodging back and forth in his embrace, and she started to fight back without showing any sign of weakness.

Giving up on kneading Gu Chen’s cheeks, she also extended her hands to tickle him back.

In no time, the couple was laughing and frolicking together on the sofa.

After a while, having had their fill of play, they joined hands and returned to their bedroom.

Gu Chen, dressed in pajamas, leaned on the bed watching TV, while Ji Pianran snuggled in his arms.

"By the way, husband, the project that used your hangover soup recipe to make a beverage is progressing quite smoothly.

We’ve recently finalized the last production link, and I’ll be in charge of the upcoming launch and sale.

Why don’t you come up with an advertisement slogan for Wang Laoqi, considering it’s partly your brainchild anyway?"

Upon hearing her suggestion, Gu Chen couldn’t help but laugh. If Ji Pianran hadn’t mentioned it today,

he probably would have almost forgotten that he had once given his wife a recipe for hangover soup.

No wonder she has been so busy lately—it turns out she has been pushing this project with the Ji Family.

"Brainchild is too much of a stretch; for me, it’s just an ordinary soup.

But when it comes to the advertisement slogan..."

Gu Chen paused for a moment, then with an animated face and a mischievous tone, he said,

"Afraid of heartburn, drink Wang Laoqi! Afraid of getting drunk, drink Wang Laoqi!

During auspicious times, it’s Wang Laoqi! When the whole world celebrates, it’s Wang Laoqi!

380-year-old authentic imperial secret recipe, visiting family and friends, for a happy and auspicious time, choose Wang Laoqi!"

Ji Pianran stared at Gu Chen blankly, momentarily bewildered.

She had expected him to come up with some grandiose advertisement or marketing strategy,

but what she got was unexpectedly... tacky.

"Gu Chen, the slogans you’ve come up with are a bit too blunt, aren’t they?"

Ji Pianran couldn’t help but purse her lips. As the well-known fashion designer and young mistress of the Ji Family,

she thought Gu Chen’s straightforward and elementary-level advertising slogans would have dubious effects.

In her opinion, their own advertisements should at least be a bit more sophisticated.

Or at the very least, they should have some class.

Stuff about fearing heartburn and being afraid of getting drunk was practically like sticking sales pitches right on people’s faces—could that really work?

Gu Chen’s face still wore a faint smile as he asked Ji Pianran in return,

"So does the Ji Family’s new hangover remedy drink aim to follow a high-end exclusive path, or does it intend to take the affordable mass-market route?"