Back to the 1980s: Transmigrated as the Bigshot's Pampered Wife-Chapter 108: Mistaking Fish Eyes for Pearls

"Jiaojiao~ Don’t you like me following you around?" Su Shuochi asked curiously.

He had told his wife he’d be busy tomorrow and wouldn’t have time to follow her, and she had beamed with joy.

He remembered those old veterans saying their women couldn’t wait to stick to them every single day.

"Even the most lovey-dovey couple shouldn’t be stuck together all day. We’ll be happier if we’re both busy with our own things. Distance makes the heart grow fonder, you know?"

"Hehe~ Now that you put it that way, wifey, I get it. But I really do want to be by your side every moment.

But there’s a saying: ’If a young man doesn’t work hard, he’ll be a moocher when he’s old.’

Even though I’m using your resources now, I call this being a kept man who pulls his own weight."

"Haha... Su Shuochi, you really overthink things. I’m your wife, so what’s mine is yours. Use whatever you want."

Gu Jiaojiao declared magnanimously. ’This man definitely doesn’t realize this is an investment. All the money he makes in the future will be mine.’

Sure enough, the man, oblivious to the concept of investment, was incredibly moved and said with honeyed tenderness,

"Jiaojiao, it’s so good to have you. Everything I have is yours. Even though I don’t have anything right now, all the money I make in the future will be yours.

My whole being is yours, too. Jiaojiao, thank you. I’ll love you forever, always treat you well, and never, ever leave you."

Gu Jiaojiao smiled sweetly. "Mmm~ As long as you’re always like this, everything will be perfect."

She was very pleased. Then, she washed her hands, walked over to Su Shuochi, and leaned in to kiss his lips.

The man trembled with excitement. "Wifey..."

He then returned his young wife’s passion with fiery intensity. After a long while, the man saw his wife was out of breath.

He could only stop reluctantly. "Jiaojiao still hasn’t learned how to breathe during a kiss~ Let’s take a break and go again~"

"I have class tomorrow, so I’m going back to my room to sleep~" Gu Jiaojiao said coquettishly.

The man nodded. The two of them lingered in each other’s arms for a few more minutes before stopping, still wanting more.

Song Zijie, having eaten and drunk his fill at the Su family’s home, rode his bicycle back, carrying a thermos of loach and egg soup and some fried loaches.

His parents were still waiting for him in the living room, and even his grandfather was there.

Song Zijie, feeling overwhelmed by the attention, asked, "Grandpa, Dad, Mom, have you eaten?"

"We have. I heard you gave the loaches to the Su family. How did Eldest Sister-in-law Su cook them? Were they delicious?"

Seeing that his son was indeed carrying a food container, Uncle Song asked impatiently and went up to take it from him.

The Su family’s food containers were exceptionally high-end, the kind not even sold at the Overseas Chinese Store in Qing City.

’Gu is a man who’s studied abroad. He has friends all over the world, so it’s perfectly normal for him to have unusual things.’

His son had originally wanted to leave two catties of loaches for them, but he figured anything the Su family made would surely be delicious.

But he wasn’t sure if the Su family would give his son some to bring back for them to try, so he had been waiting for Song Zijie to return. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

As for Mr. Song, he had just happened to be visiting and, seeing his second son staring at the door, had asked out of curiosity.

"Of course I brought some back for you. My sister-in-law made it herself. She said loaches are very nutritious.

She asked if I wanted to leave some for you all. I told her Dad wanted me to give them all to the Su family, so my sister-in-law just gave me some for you to try."

Uncle Song took a sip of the loach soup, then picked up a fried loach and popped it in his mouth. There was also a container of stir-fried river snails.

They didn’t know how to eat the stir-fried river snails, so Song Zijie patiently taught them.

The wonderful flavor that filled their mouths was so good it made them want to bite their own tongues off.

Chewing meticulously and swallowing slowly, an indescribable sensation slid down their throats.

The feeling was simply beyond words. The three of them didn’t even speak, quietly savoring the delicious food.

Even the usually talkative Aunt Song fell silent, pondering how to make this dish as she ate.

The Song father and son also had some high-quality liquor. After drinking, Uncle Song started getting talkative, and his first words were praise for the cook.

"Jiaojiao is just so considerate. I watched her grow up. That little girl is so sensible and blessed..."

Mr. Song: ...

’Does his second son even know Gu Jiaojiao? Has he ever even met her?’

’It would be more believable if *he* said he watched Jiaojiao grow up. That old codger from the Sheng Family adores Jiaojiao and used to bring her over to show off all the time.’

Aunt Song wasn’t as refined as her father-in-law. She directly called out Uncle Song, "You’re talking nonsense because you’ve been drinking. Have you ever even met Gu Jiaojiao before?"

"I met her once. Hehe... Jiaojiao is just that outstanding. Zijin mistook a fish eye for a pearl. Dad, why didn’t you stop him back then?"

Mr. Song: ...

He rolled his eyes, not bothering to deal with his stupid son. ’Sucking on a few more river snails is better than listening to this nonsense.’

"I told you your nephew’s eyes must be filled with cement. If he had married Jiaojiao, I could learn to cook delicious food from her for you every day."

"Yeah, and Gu would have become my in-law. Zijin really is a disappointment."

The couple happily chatted back and forth. "Ah, ah, Dad, how did you finish everything so quietly?"

"Zijie, these stir-fried snails are exceptionally good. Does the Su family have any more? Take some high-quality liquor over tomorrow and trade for some."

"There’s no more. My brother Su bought them from the countryside in Feng’en County. My sister-in-law gave a lot of them to the eldest brother of the Sheng Family to take with him."

"Jiaojiao still acknowledges him as her big brother?" Aunt Song asked in surprise.

"It’s Sheng Shijing who insists on it."

Song Zijie then recounted the story of how they ran into Sheng Shijing on their way back last night.

The Song family listened, sighing with emotion.

Meanwhile, Sheng Shijing, the subject of the Song family’s discussion, had returned to his unit with his two companions. He walked into the dormitory carrying large and small bags, much to the envy of his roommates.

"Captain, you usually don’t bring back any local specialties. How come you have so much this time?"

"Yeah! I remember you saying you save all the good stuff for your little sister."

"It’s all food, right? It smells amazing. Your mom is incredible, making all this."

"I usually just go home if I want something to eat. Aren’t we heading to the border this time? There are peaches in the mesh bag, each of you take one. And try some of these spicy strips, too."

Sheng Shijing said calmly, though inwardly he was bursting with pride. ’This is all from Jiaojiao. What does my mom have to do with it?’

"Wow, these peaches are delicious! And these spicy strips are tasty too. Your auntie is amazing!"

"Sigh, I only brought a few changes of clothes. It’s not harvest season yet, so there was nothing at home."

As the roommates ate the peaches and cheerfully showered him with compliments, a sharp whistle blast rang out.

Everyone dropped the food in their hands and assembled immediately. An order came from above: pack up at once. A portion of the unit was to depart that very night.

Sheng Shijing didn’t need to pack his luggage; he just stuffed a few changes of clothes into the now-empty mesh bag.

Sheng Shijing and his two companions had already eaten most of the stir-fried river snails and braised meat that Gu Jiaojiao had packed in one of the mesh bags on their way there.

He had given the rest to his roommates. So when it was time to leave, Sheng Shijing conveniently had one bag in each hand and his bedding roll on his back.