I Laid an Egg After the Founding of the Nation

Yan Shixing grew up surrounded by incense offerings. Born with yin eyes that let him see both worlds, he was a natural talent for learning magic.

But he didn't care. As a staunch successor to socialism, how could he believe in such superstitious nonsense?

That was until he met a man who claimed to be his husband. The man was young, yet terribly superstitious, and kept saying he wanted to teach Yan Shixing magic.

Well, if he was superstitious, so be it. His husband was handsome and great in bed, after all.

But could someone explain why the baby he gave birth to after ten months was an egg?

Yan Shixing: My egg fried rice is second to none.

Chang Shaoying: Then let's put our little one in the pan.

Baby still inside the egg: My dad wants to eat me every day. What should I do? Help, waiting online!

A secretive, clingy, gentle and doting gong x an adorably soft shou with overwhelming combat prowess who blushes easily

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