Reborn as a Fake Heiress Marrying the Tycoon
Chapter 1087: Very Efficient

Chapter 1087: Very Efficient

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Gu Zi had been thinking—once everything was more or less settled, she’d make a point to visit the university first, get a feel for the place. This wasn’t her first time stepping into campus life, but still, she felt that little spark of anticipation for the journey ahead.

Just as she was about to let her thoughts wander romantically into dreams of lecture halls and quiet libraries, a small, disheveled figure emerged from the bedroom.

Su Le, her hair in wild disarray, padded over with sleepy eyes and a pouty face, calling out in her soft, milky voice, "Mommy, Lele is hungry."

Gu Zi turned and burst into laughter. The little girl’s once-neat pigtails had come undone, now hanging limp and lopsided, with her hair puffed up around her head like she’d survived a tiny explosion. There was even something suspiciously smudged on her chubby cheek, a dark patch of mystery that hinted at mischief.

"My precious girl," Gu Zi chuckled, reaching out, "you look like you’ve just escaped from a war zone. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up."

Scooping Su Le into her arms, Gu Zi called for Su Bing, who had been nearby and immediately hurried to fetch water.

Gu Zi quickly washed the worst of the mess off Lele’s face and hands. She was about to comb the child’s hair when her own stomach gave a loud and insistent growl. Right. Breakfast first—then hair.

She took Lele by the hand, and with Su Bing and Su Li trailing closely behind, the four of them stepped out into the morning air.

They hadn’t gone far before the mouthwatering aroma of freshly cooked food wafted their way, rich and warm like an invitation. They turned a corner near the end of the alley and—bingo!—several small breakfast stalls had already opened for business. The place was buzzing with life, full of that unmistakable charm of a neighborhood that truly knew how to live.

Gu Zi’s eyes landed on a humble little stand selling boiled corn. Instantly, she was transported back in time—her past life as a university student in the North, that very first time she tasted glutinous corn in the school cafeteria.

The sweet, tender, melt-in-your-mouth texture had utterly dazzled her. Unlike the bland kernels of her childhood, northern corn was pure magic—boiled simply in water, nothing fancy, yet still ridiculously good. She’d even learned the northern term for it: baomi.

With a generous, hearty air, she walked up to the stall and announced, "Auntie, give me four baomi, please!"

The vendor, an older woman with an apron and a ready smile, lit up at the sight of the fair-skinned, radiant young woman before her. Cheerfully, she began bagging the corn. "You just moved here, didn’t you? Come buy from me often, dear. My corn’s sweet, sticky, hot from the pot—eat one and you’ll be smiling all day."

In the end, she only charged for three ears of corn. Gu Zi understood immediately—this woman was charming her way into a new regular customer. Smart. Friendly. A natural-born salesperson.

Gu Zi passed the warm corn to the three children and started walking them home, all of them munching as they went. Su Li was completely enchanted by the flavor, his face lit up in bliss.

"Mom, this corn is amazing! The corn in the capital is a hundred times better than back home!"

Meanwhile, Su Shen was on his way back, balancing breakfast in one hand and heading toward the house.

But before he even reached the door, he caught sight of them—his wife and three children wandering the alley like a band of starving wanderers, clearly too hungry to even fix their hair. Especially Su Li, whose head looked like he’d nested a chicken there overnight. The boy now happily hugged an ear of corn like it was a prize trophy, gnawing away with great enthusiasm.

Su Shen’s heart melted at the sight, even as he chuckled to himself. He walked over and said, "You poor things—come on, I’ve got proper breakfast. Let’s eat together inside."

"Daddy, you’re back!" Su Li spotted him and bounced over like a rubber ball. "Mommy bought us the yummiest sticky corn ever! And guess what—I learned something new! The locals call it baomi!"

Su Shen raised an amused brow. Kids really did adapt fast—was that a hint of a northern accent already? He gave a small nod and turned to Gu Zi. "You’ve had a busy morning."

Still nibbling on her own ear of corn, Gu Zi replied breezily, "There’s nothing in the kitchen yet, so thank goodness there were street stalls. At least no one went hungry. What about you—where’d you go?"

She followed his gaze to the breakfast he’d brought back, an impressively diverse spread likely sourced from the local market.

But more eye-catching than that were the group of northern men trailing behind him—each carrying, hauling, or dragging large pieces of furniture. A sofa, a cabinet, a television, even a refrigerator. A massive moving truck was parked behind them, stacked high with more items.

Su Shen took her gently by the hand and led her home as the movers began unloading.

"The furniture here wasn’t really your style," he explained. "So I went to the furniture market early this morning. Picked out a few things. Got the appliances too while I was at it."

Gu Zi arched a brow, a touch impressed. Her husband sure didn’t waste time.

"Well done, Boss Su," she praised, not holding back. "Very efficient of you!"

After breakfast, Gu Zi and the three children changed into dark-colored clothes and pulled out matching aprons—custom-made back in Guangcheng, part of a special parent-child set.

With two adults and three kids decked out in coordinating outfits, the whole house glowed with a warm, domestic charm. The cleaning mission began in earnest, and everyone was surprisingly energetic about it.

Meanwhile, Su Shen busied himself with the movers, helping arrange the furniture. Once that was done, he called in two men to tidy up the empty plot beside the courtyard. They installed a tall fence around it, marking off a private area just for Gu Zi. A future vegetable garden, perhaps—something to indulge her little hobbies without exhausting her.