The Taoist at Three, the Rooster at Five [Transmigration]

In the eyes of the person I love, I'm a great hero. One day, I'll ride on a cloud of seven colors and come marry him. He guessed the beginning right, and even predicted this ending. But there was one thing he didn't foresee. The colorful feathers behind me weren't auspicious clouds. Gu Gansu had just transmigrated when someone grabbed him in their hand. Looking at the bright red wedding hall, he realized this world was unusually huge. Wait! Why was he being held in someone's hand? Wait! Why was the person kowtowing beside him also a man? Wait! What was that fleeting line between him and the man? The little Daoist priest Gu Gansu's eyes widened. He opened his mouth and moved his tongue, letting out a fairly loud, "Cluck cluck cluck!" This story is also known as The Secret Recipe for Palm-Sized Delicacies, My Rooster Can't Possibly Be This Gorgeous, and Putting the Marry First, Love Later Strategy into Practice. Author's column: web link, please add to your favorites / Author's column: mobile link, please add to your favorites Know the potential triggers and favorite tropes in advance. A lighthearted wish-fulfillment story, so please don't nitpick the details. Pairing: Gu Gansu x He An Hot-tempered, money-grubbing, prickly top x scheming, devoted, lovestruck bottom Top's perspective, guaranteed happy ending Theme: