Back to the 1980s: Transmigrated as the Bigshot's Pampered Wife-Chapter 129: Will She Break Down

’As long as we truly loved each other once, it’s alright even if we don’t end up growing old together.’

’That encounter would still be the most profound commitment across the years, and love in its most beautiful form.’

The path of love was bound to have thorns, and she didn’t know what the long road ahead held in store for her. That was why she always remained so serene.

She faced everything with composure. Even if her path was overgrown with thorns, she resolved to be like a thorn bird and soar over any hardship.

’As long as Su Shuochi’s heart remains true, I won’t let go either.’ With that thought, Gu Jiaojiao drifted off into a sweet slumber in less than two minutes.

「Early the next morning.」

Mr. Su, Su’s mother, Mr. Gu, and Second Brother Gu went to sell steamed buns as usual. In the kitchen, Su’s mother had also specially made more than ten steamers of xiaolongbao.

There was millet congee simmering in the pot, freshly fried dough sticks on the stove, and a cucumber salad that had already been prepared...

Mrs. Gu got up to light the fire, steam the buns, and boil some eggs. She didn’t know how to do anything else, having never cooked a meal in her life.

When she was young, the Dong Family had household staff. After marrying, both she and her husband worked, so they hired someone to cook and clean their home.

Later, when they were sent to the farm, there was even less need to cook. She was either feeding pigs or on her way to feed pigs.

Grandpa Gu, Geng Ruixian, and Eldest Brother Gu were practicing Tai Chi in the courtyard. They hadn’t even finished a full set when several old friends showed up at their door.

It was Mr. Sheng and Uncle Dong who had driven them over.

"You old-timers are up bright and early!" Li An greeted them boisterously, while the others chimed in with smiles.

"Where’s Jiaojiao?" He Shen Yi asked as soon as he stepped inside.

"Jiaojiao should be helping with breakfast," Grandpa Gu said with a wide grin.

He actually had no idea if Jiaojiao was awake yet. If she wasn’t, he’d just say she was in her room getting changed when they went inside.

Grandpa Gu studied Mr. Sheng for a moment. "Yueyue’s father, you don’t look well. Are you feeling sick?"

He was genuinely concerned. He’d heard that Mr. Sheng had been unconscious for quite a while the day before.

"Are you feeling unwell? He Shen Yi, please take Uncle Sheng’s pulse and see if it’s anything serious."

Xia Qiuming helped Mr. Sheng to a wooden chair in the courtyard so He Shen Yi could take his pulse.

The diagnosis was that his qi was blocked due to extreme anger and deep-seated melancholy. At worst, it would cause a loss of appetite, but it was not a major illness.

As it turned out, Gu Jiaojiao was already up. Su Shuochi, with his sharp hearing, had heard Grandpa Gu talking to the visitors and gently shaken her awake.

After washing up, the two of them came out to set up the table and chairs and lay out the bowls and chopsticks.

Just as they finished, Mrs. Gu brought out the fried dough sticks and millet congee, right as the group from the courtyard walked into the living room.

"Jiaojiao, you’ve worked so hard! What delicious food did you make?" Xia Qiuming bounded over to the table.

"My two mothers made everything. There are steamed buns, fried dough sticks, boiled eggs..."

Gu Jiaojiao was telling the absolute truth, but unfortunately, the visitors from the Imperial City didn’t believe her. They all assumed she was the one who had cooked.

Just then, Mrs. Gu brought out several steamers of xiaolongbao. Though they seemed to be stuck together, each bun was perfectly distinct, and they all exuded a rich, tempting aroma.

After a round of polite refusals, everyone began to eat. The moment a xiaolongbao entered their mouths, they were almost too stunned to move their tongues.

The savory, fragrant, and delicate flavor of the filling flooded their senses.

Even the plain rice congee was delicious. Uncle Dong had eaten lunch at the Su family’s home several times before, but this was his first breakfast there.

He knew the Su family ate well, but he never imagined their food was *this* good. Even the buns had thin skins and were packed with meat.

"Mr. Sheng, please try a xiaolongbao. I’m the one who seasoned the filling, you know! The first few times I tried, it was either too salty or too bland, hehe..."

Gu Jiaojiao said this when she saw Mr. Sheng staring blankly at the xiaolongbao, hesitating to pick up his chopsticks.

"Thank you, Jiaojiao. I... I’ll eat it now." Mr. Sheng had been about to refuse.

But seeing his adopted daughter place a bun on his plate with such a warm smile, his heavy heart was instantly lifted.

Though he’d had no appetite just a moment before, the taste of the bun shocked him to the core.

It was tender and smooth, not the least bit greasy. His mouth watered as the flavor enveloped his palate. It was unlike anything he had ever eaten before—simply exquisite.

Mr. Sheng unconsciously picked up another xiaolongbao, then another, and another. He simply couldn’t stop.

He Shen Yi’s eyes widened in disbelief as he watched Mr. Sheng. He had just taken his pulse and diagnosed him with a heavy, knotted mood. Logically, the man shouldn’t have had any appetite at all.

"He Shen Yi, you should eat too. These fried dough sticks are delicious," Gu Jiaojiao said, using the serving chopsticks to place one on the plate in front of him.

"Thank you, Master Jiao—" He Shen Yi began to say with a broad smile, about to address Gu Jiaojiao as his master.

But a look from Su Shuochi’s bottomless dark eyes stopped him. Those eyes were like blades of ice, piercing straight into his heart and freezing the very air in his lungs.

He immediately picked up the fried dough stick and stuffed it into his mouth. "Reawy... ghood~"

"Honey~ you love fried dough sticks, so eat up. You need to get to class soon."

Su Shuochi used his own chopsticks to place a fried dough stick on Gu Jiaojiao’s plate, his eyes overflowing with tenderness.

Gu Jiaojiao’s smile blossomed like a flower. "Thank you, Shu Ci. You eat too."

Xia Qiuming glanced at He Shen Yi, then back at Gu Jiaojiao. ’Could Su Shuochi’s preferential treatment be any more obvious?’ he thought.

’But he wasn’t going to say anything. Every man for himself. Besides, he had been about to call her Master Jiaojiao, too.’

’He got the message now. From now on, he wouldn’t call her Master Jiaojiao when outsiders were present.’

During breakfast, Gu Jiaojiao learned that Mr. Sheng and Uncle Dong would be accompanying their guests to a meeting with officials from the Qingcheng City Committee.

Grandpa Gu had also been invited, as he was a former distinguished professor from the top university in the Imperial City.

Li An insisted on returning to the Su family home for dinner. After all, he had slept wonderfully the previous night and needed to come back for his injection in the evening anyway.

He Shen Yi and the others chimed in, saying that while they needed to return to the government compound’s guesthouse, they had no intention of eating dinner there.

Grandpa Gu had no objections. If it were up to him, he would want to come back to the Su family home for lunch as well.

After finishing breakfast, Gu Jiaojiao headed to school. Su Shuochi walked with her, planning to go apply for a telephone installation afterward.

As the couple strolled leisurely down the road, speaking softly to each other, they ran into a furious-looking Aunt Song.

When Aunt Song saw them, she forced a smile that looked uglier than a grimace. "Jiaojiao, heading to class?"

"Aunt Song, why are you so upset?" Gu Jiaojiao asked casually.

"Jiaojiao, I’ll be honest with you. My second daughter has been married for years and still hasn’t been able to have a child. She takes all sorts of medicine every day to no avail, and yesterday, my Zijie saw her mother-in-law hitting her right there on the street!"

Gu Jiaojiao instantly remembered seeing a very familiar-looking woman near a corner of the black market shortly after she had first arrived.

’So that was the Song family’s second daughter,’ she thought. "Divine Doctor He from the Imperial City and Professor Xia, one of China’s top surgeons, are visiting our compound right now. You should have your daughter come back for a consultation.

Also, your family should get ready. We’ll perform Song Zijie’s surgery this Sunday."

"Okay, that’s wonderful! I’ll go home and talk it over with my husband right now. Thank you, Jiaojiao. You should hurry to class before you’re late."

Aunt Song finally broke into a genuine smile. Her anger vanished; nothing was more important than her son’s health.

"Jiaojiao, please tell your father that we’d still like to request for Divine Doctor Su Gu to be the lead surgeon." Aunt Song pinned all her hopes on Divine Doctor Su Gu.

"Alright. Everything will be done as you request."

’If Aunt Song ever found out that *she* was Divine Doctor Su Gu, would the woman have a complete breakdown?’

Gu Jiaojiao wondered mischievously.