BDSMST -Chapter 16 The Birth of the First Egg

The days passed unhurriedly amid the flurry of chickens and the grunting of pigs.

Gu Xuan’s “great livestock enterprise” gradually fell into rhythm.

From pinching his nose in utter resistance at the beginning, to numb familiarity, and now—he could clean the chicken coop and pigsty without even changing his expression. He could even tell from the pigs’ grunts whether they were hungry or feeling unwell.

He rose at dawn every day, and the first thing he did was check on his “treasures.”

He had given all ten chickens names—though they were simple ones like “Big Yellow,” “Little Flower,” and “White Feather.” Still, it marked a change. In his heart, they were no longer just “meat that lays eggs,” but his chickens.

As for the two piglets, he had grandly named them “Hum-Hum” and “Ha-Ha,” because those were the sounds they made whenever he fed them.

His life was filled to the brim with these little animals. He would beam proudly when “Big Yellow” ate an extra mouthful of feed, and stomp in annoyance when “Hum-Hum” rolled in the mud and dirtied itself all over again.

This new life—so vivid and grounded—slowly made him forget the wealth and splendor of the Marquis’ residence. The pampered delicacy and sharp temper he once carried were, without his noticing, worn away bit by bit.

One early morning, just as the sky was beginning to lighten, Gu Xuan yawned and carried the feed bucket to the coop with practiced familiarity.

“Big Yellow, Little Flower—breakfast!”

He scattered rice bran while calling out their names skillfully.

The chickens clucked and rushed forward in a flurry, scrambling to peck at the food.

Gu Xuan squatted nearby like a supervisor, watching them eat with the indulgent smile of a proud father.

Suddenly, he noticed that the prettiest speckled hen—whom he had named “Big Flower”—was not joining the scramble. Instead, she remained quietly in the straw nest in the corner.

“Hm? Big Flower, what’s wrong? Not feeling well?”

Concerned, Gu Xuan stepped closer to check if she was sick.

Startled by his approach, “Big Flower” clucked once, stood up from the nest, flapped her wings, and joined the others at the trough.

In the instant she left the nest, Gu Xuan’s eyes locked onto something round, pale with a faint pink hue, lying in the straw.

It was… an egg?

His heartbeat skipped.

Carefully brushing aside the messy straw, he saw it clearly—a warm egg, still carrying the hen’s body heat, resting perfectly in the center of the nest.

The morning light filtered through the gaps in the coop, casting a soft glow upon the shell, as though it were a precious pearl.

This was… the first egg.

The chicken he raised had laid an egg!

An indescribable surge of joy swept through him in an instant.

He felt happier than when he had received a jade ruyi as a reward in the Marquis’ residence!

His hands trembled slightly as he lifted the egg carefully, reverently, into his palms.

The warmth of it traveled through his skin and straight into his heart.

Looking at the small, perfect egg, he felt that all the hardship and grievance of the past half month had vanished in this single moment.

Worth it. Completely worth it!

Forgetting that he was still in his nightclothes, forgetting the bits of dirt on his face and even the chicken droppings on his shoes, he clutched the egg like the most precious treasure in the world and dashed out of the coop.

He had to find that bad woman! He had to tell her—he had succeeded! His chicken had laid an egg!

“Jiang Suisui! Jiang Suisui!”

He ran while shouting, unable to hide the excitement and pride in his voice.

Jiang Suisui, drawing water in the courtyard, looked up at his call. She saw a little whirlwind—hair messy, face smudged, dressed in sleepwear—charging toward her like he was sprinting a hundred meters.

“Slow down! Don’t fall!” she called instinctively.

Gu Xuan skidded to a stop before her, cheeks flushed red from running, panting heavily.

But he paid no mind. Like presenting a treasure, he lifted the egg he had been holding tightly in both hands.

“Look! Look! It laid an egg! The chicken I raised laid an egg!”

His eyes sparkled brighter than the stars. The pure pride and joy on his face—untainted and overflowing—was almost tangible.

Jiang Suisui looked at his sun-darkened yet radiant little face, then at the small egg still warm in his palms. Something in her heart was gently stirred.

Instead of her usual stern expression, she gave a faint but utterly genuine smile.

“Is that so? Let me see.”

She lowered her gaze to the egg, then looked back at him and nodded solemnly.

“Yes. It’s a fine egg. You raised her well.” She paused before adding, “You are its first master—and the first person it saw upon coming into this world. Now, how do you wish to deal with it?”

Gu Xuan froze at her words.

Yes… what should he do with it?

Holding the egg—the crystallization of all his effort—he suddenly found himself reluctant.

After thinking for a moment, he puffed out his chest and declared in a tone that allowed no negotiation, “I’m going to eat it! You cook it! Make it the most delicious way possible!”

This egg was the fruit of his labor. Using it to reward himself was only natural.