Back to the 1980s: Transmigrated as the Bigshot's Pampered Wife-Chapter 136: Dismissing the Idea

Su Shuochi felt a little bashful under Gu Jiaojiao’s gaze. "Staring at me like that, darling... Are you plotting something wicked against me?~"

"Hmm?~ Pray tell, what else could I possibly want from you?" Gu Jiaojiao asked teasingly, munching on snacks and sipping juice from her space.

"That’s a good point. If you wanted me, you’ve already got me. As for my money... everyone knows I’m dirt poor. You can’t squeeze a single cent out of me."

"I most certainly have *not* ’gotten’ you yet!~ Don’t you dare accuse me falsely." Gu Jiaojiao nearly choked on her chicken leg.

"What do you mean you haven’t? We’ve kissed, we’ve hugged... You can’t just abandon me now," Su Shuochi said, looking utterly wronged.

Gu Jiaojiao was at a loss for words.

’Isn’t this twenty-five-year-old man usually so sharp? Don’t tell me he actually doesn’t understand what "getting" someone implies.’

’Then again, it would be perfectly normal if he didn’t. The man is a straight guy practically made of reinforced concrete, after all.’

"Darling~ You’re looking down on me again, aren’t you? Are you thinking of dumping me?~"

"Of course not. Hurry up and eat. We still have to unload the grain later. It looks like we won’t have time to check out that other courtyard house today."

But Su Shuochi wasn’t about to be distracted. "Darling, you still haven’t answered me."

"What?" Gu Jiaojiao looked at him, completely puzzled. ’What was I just saying?’

Seeing her reaction, Su Shuochi grew anxious. "Darling~ Why won’t you admit that you’ve already gotten me?"

Gu Jiaojiao couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his words. "Su Shuochi, are you really this clueless, or are you just playing dumb?"

Su Shuochi blinked his big eyes, feigning innocent confusion. "Darling, why would I play dumb? I thought I made myself perfectly clear."

Gu Jiaojiao was so exasperated she wanted to grind her teeth, but there was nothing she could do about him. "Your heart is mine, and you are mine. I won your heart a long time ago~"

"Exactly!~ Now, once you’re full, darling, you should head to class. We don’t have time to see that courtyard house this afternoon."

"Okay~ I’ll head back to school by myself later. You go to the entrance of Shengshi Martial Arts School and pick up the renovation blueprints."

Gu Jiaojiao wanted to take out the car from her space and drive back to the entrance of their compound. ’There are no cell phones in this era,’ she thought.

’Not everyone can afford a camera, either, so even if pedestrians were shocked, they’d have no way to take a picture.’

"Darling, you want to drive back to the compound?" Su Shuochi could tell what she was thinking just by her animated expression.

Gu Jiaojiao was at a loss for words.

’He saw right through me! Should I admit it?’

"Jiaojiao~ When I have time, I’ll modify that sports car of yours. As for the SUV, there’s no need to change it. Its exterior doesn’t look particularly out of place."

"Su Shuochi~ Are you saying I can take out the Land Rover here and drive it back to the compound entrance?"

"Mhm, we can just drive back together," Su Shuochi said, looking at his eager young wife. He didn’t have the heart to refuse her.

Gu Jiaojiao was overjoyed. She unloaded fifteen tons of rice, one ton each of flour and noodles, and a good amount of sunflower seeds and peanuts from her space.

"We finally have some capital again! You can develop things however you want. We could start by partnering with Lin Haoshi to buy a large truck..."

Gu Jiaojiao chattered on, rattling off a series of ideas. She wasn’t the least bit worried about selling all the grain in her space.

After all, she’d gotten the space for free. People say that which science cannot explain belongs to the realm of the supernatural.

This was a zero-cost investment for her; in a few years, all she’d have to do was sit back and wait for the dividends. In her heart, Gu Jiaojiao once again thanked her grandfather from her previous life.

Unfortunately, she had no way of knowing how her grandfather was doing. ’He must be very happy,’ she mused, ’surrounded by his children and grandchildren.’

"Darling~ Where do you think Grandpa and the others are eating? Do you think they’re comparing the food there to ours?"

Su Shuochi saw his wife’s spirits sink and knew she was thinking about her grandfather from her past life again.

"No food anywhere is as delicious as ours! HEE HEE. I’ll make a couple of new dishes for them to try when I get back tonight."

"Darling, how about we butcher one of the donkeys tonight? You have five in your space. We can slaughter one and share it with everyone."

"That works. We can make braised donkey meat tonight, and then have steamed dumplings with donkey and scallions for breakfast tomorrow."

The moment food was mentioned, Gu Jiaojiao’s spirits lifted.

Meanwhile, the group they were discussing—Grandpa Gu and the others—was dining at the largest guesthouse in Qing City.

This was considered the most high-class guesthouse in all of Qing City, so not many people ate there.

In those days, eating out was a matter of great prestige, something worth bragging about for days—let alone dining at the most exclusive establishment in town.

They had ordered the signature loach, pickled chili frog stomach, spicy cured pork snout, braised pork belly, beef and potato stew, chicken and mushroom stew, and two seasonal vegetable dishes.

The accompanying city committee members ate with great relish, but those who had tasted Gu Jiaojiao’s loach and chicken-mushroom stew couldn’t help but make comparisons.

The Su family’s loach was cleaned meticulously, without a trace of any muddy taste. The meat was crisp yet tender, with a rich, numbing-and-spicy flavor that was simply divine over rice.

But everyone had a tacit understanding and subtly chose to eat the dishes that the Su family hadn’t made. No comparison, no disappointment.

Besides, the food here really wasn’t bad; it was just that the Su family’s cooking was a cut above.

Take the pickled chili frog stomach, for instance. The sour and spicy flavor of the chilies was fully brought out, and the frog stomach had an exceptionally crisp texture. It was a very distinctive dish.

Although the Su family had never made pickled chili frog stomach, they did make a hot and sour chicken gizzard dish.

Their version had a richer pickled chili flavor, making it taste even better.

None of them said a word about the Su family’s cooking, but they were all quietly making comparisons in their heads.

Then there were the Peony brand cigarettes. They were a top-grade product, costing fifty cents a pack, and something only the rich and powerful could afford to smoke.

But the cigarettes the Su family had—who knows where they got them—had especially nice-looking filter tips. They looked high-class, to say nothing of the taste.

The packs were hard-shelled and exquisite. Giving them as a gift would be incredibly prestigious.

Jiaojiao had said that, when the time came, she would give each of them a carton, regardless of whether they smoked or not.

Xia Qiuming thought that when he got his carton, he would give it to his grandfather; it was his grandpa’s favorite.

Li An was in poor health and had quit smoking long ago, but he wanted to get his hands on them to show off to his friends.

When the city committee members saw the VIPs smiling from ear to ear, they assumed their hospitality had been a great success and became even more enthusiastic.

"Since you’ve all come to Qing City, please take a good look around. Qing City has plenty of delicious food to offer."

The top leader of Qing City had known that Old Sir Gu and his son were living in the compound, but he hadn’t deliberately tried to curry favor with them.

He had thought Old Sir Gu truly wasn’t going to make it. Besides, the old man had both a biological granddaughter and an adopted one.

Even if there was an admission slot for Imperial University, it wouldn’t fall to his people, which was why he hadn’t bothered trying to get an introduction to Old Sir Gu.

Only now did they learn that the man’s biological granddaughter could get into Imperial University on her own merits, without needing a special admission slot.

"My daughter is getting married next month, so I plan to have her attend university here in Qing City."

Seeing that several people were trying to sound him out, Mr. Sheng stated his position clearly: his daughter did not want the admission slot to Imperial University.

Before yesterday, he might have considered letting his daughter study at Imperial University, but ever since she angered him so much that he ended up in the hospital, Mr. Sheng had given up on the idea.