He indeed published the poem without telling anyone.
The main reason was that I didn't want my two older sisters to overthink things, so I decided to wait until the poem was published before explaining everything at once.
"I was thinking that my poems might not be published, so I didn't tell my eldest and second eldest sisters in advance."
No sooner had Jiang Sheng finished speaking than Zhao Xuehui said with great dissatisfaction, "You're treating us two older sisters like outsiders! With your abilities, you could definitely get published in the newspaper. How can you be so insecure about yourself!"
Zhao Nianmeng smiled beside her, her face full of satisfaction: "I knew Xiaosheng was destined for greatness. He would soar to great heights sooner or later. It seems I was right after all."
After being praised by his two older sisters, even Jiang Sheng, who was usually shameless, became a little embarrassed.
"You're exaggerating..."
Jiang Sheng smiled sheepishly and quickly began to flatter his two older sisters.
"Actually, I just had nothing to do on weekdays, and I was thinking that if it got published, I could get some royalties to help my two older sisters out."
"Give me a break, all you do is say nice things in front of us."
Zhao Xuehui saw through Jiang Sheng's thoughts at a glance: "Your cannery is thriving right now. The money you earn every day is equivalent to the royalties from publishing more than a dozen poems."
"Second sister, don't say that," Zhao Nianmeng glanced at Zhao Xuehui with some disagreement and said reproachfully, "I think the reason why my little brother did this is definitely to prove his strength in his own name."
Zhao Nianmeng's words only made things worse. Zhao Xuehui looked embarrassed and guilty, remembering the time when Zhou Changgui had plagiarized Jiang Sheng's poem.
“I’m sorry, little brother,” Zhao Xuehui said, feeling guilty even though Jiang Sheng had said he didn’t care. “If it weren’t for me, your poem wouldn’t have been published ahead of time and would have been credited to Teacher Zhou.”
Unexpectedly, Zhao Xuehui brought up the matter again, and Jiang Sheng waved his hand repeatedly, looking completely unconcerned.
"Second sister, I've already said I don't care about this at all. If you apologize to me again, then please treat me and my eldest sister to dinner tonight!"
Seeing that Jiang Sheng was smiling and didn't seem angry, Zhao Xuehui chuckled.
"No problem, it's just a meal. Wait here, I'll change my clothes, and we can go out to eat right now!"
Seeing Zhao Xuehui about to stand up and go back to her bedroom, Jiang Sheng quickly waved his hand.
"Oh, I was just saying, Second Sister, you don't need to go to such lengths!"
Zhao Xuehui smiled faintly, her eyes brimming with pride.
"My brother's poem was published in the most prestigious Xinhua News Agency, and it was even published in a magazine. As his older sister, I'm naturally very happy. I have to help celebrate properly!"
“Since Second Sister wants to treat us to a meal so much,” Jiang Sheng said with a smile, “then Second Sister, you can cook for us yourself. We can have a good meal at home. I want to eat Second Sister’s pickled fish.”
For some time now, Zhao Xuehui has been busy with night shifts and overtime work at the radio station.
Most of the meals at home were cooked by his eldest sister. Although his eldest sister's cooking was also very delicious, Jiang Sheng still preferred Zhao Xuehui's pickled fish.
"Looks like you're just craving something sweet!"
Zhao Xuehui smiled and then glanced teasingly at Zhao Nianmeng sitting next to her.
"It seems that the food you've been cooking lately still doesn't suit my taste. I still prefer my cooking!"
The three of them chatted and laughed together, and within a few minutes, Zhao Defu returned.
Seeing the three siblings chatting and laughing, Zhao Defu quickly joined them.
"Big sister, second sister, and Sheng-ge, what are you three talking about? You seem to be having a great time. Tell me about it!"
"Xiaosheng's poem has been published in a poetry journal, and we were planning to celebrate for him."
As she spoke, Zhao Xuehui told Zhao Defu about celebrating the publication of her poem at home that day.
Upon hearing that Zhao Xuehui would be cooking this time, Zhao Defu subconsciously swallowed.
"I haven't had my second sister's cooking for so many days, I'm really in for a treat!"
Zhao Defu was more proactive than anyone else, quickly packing his things and heading out.
"Hey Defu, what are you doing? Why are you going outside?"
Jiang Sheng quickly called out to Zhao Defu, but Zhao Defu just waved his hand and said loudly, "I'll go to the market to buy some vegetables right away. I'll cover all the food for tonight!"
Seeing Zhao Defu quickly leave the room after speaking, Jiang Sheng couldn't help but chuckle, and his two older sisters next to him also burst out laughing.
"It seems that Xuehui, your cooking skills are really good. Even Defu, who is so picky, likes to eat this. I just wonder if this little fat boy will be able to get used to the food cooked by his uncle Yongming's housekeeper after he goes back to his uncle's house."
Zhao Nianmeng smiled, and as soon as she said that, Zhao Xuehui stepped forward and grabbed Zhao Nianmeng's arm, blinking her bright, lively eyes.
"Alright, I know you're all flattering me like this just so I'll cook more. Big sister, come with me to the kitchen and help out! I'm going to treat Xiao Sheng to a good meal today!"
The two sisters laughed and went to the kitchen together, leaving Jiang Sheng alone in the living room with nothing to do for the time being.
As Jiang Sheng casually slipped his hand into his pants pocket, he felt a piece of paper.
When he took it out, he realized that the paper was a letter that Editor-in-Chief Zhao from Xinhua News Agency had sent him.
He had already read the contents of the letter; it simply stated that the letter wanted to visit him in person.
When Zhao Defu tried to persuade him, he had already refused.
Looking at the powerful handwriting on the paper, he simply smiled and looked away.
Just as he was about to put the paper back in his pocket, Zhao Xuehui, who was not far away, peeked out from the kitchen and looked in Jiang Sheng's direction, her hands covered in oil.
"Xiaosheng, could you get me some tissues?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Zhao Xuehui noticed that Jiang Sheng seemed to be putting something into his pocket, which made her a little curious.
"What are you doing?"
Jiang Sheng hadn't intended to hide it from Zhao Xuehui anyway. Upon hearing this, he simply waved the paper in his hand at Zhao Xuehui.
"It's nothing, just a letter from someone else."
"oh oh."
Zhao Xuehui nodded without thinking too much about it and told Jiang Sheng to quickly hand her the tissues.
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