[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-back-to-the-1980s-transmigrated-as-the-bigshot-s":3,"chapter-back-to-the-1980s-transmigrated-as-the-bigshot-s-back-to-the-1980s-transmigrated-as-the-bigshot-s-chapter-34":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Back to the 1980s: Transmigrated as the Bigshot's Pampered Wife",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},802140,1052,"Chapter 34: Jianbing Guozi","back-to-the-1980s-transmigrated-as-the-bigshot-s-chapter-34",34,"\u003Cp>Song Zijin shivered involuntarily. Something unpleasant churned in his stomach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sheng Xinglian thought he was overcome with passion for her. In truth, she didn’t mind getting more intimate with him at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, she had been married in her past life; she wasn’t some truly innocent eighteen-year-old girl. But Zijin never made any overly aggressive moves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To maintain her own value, Sheng Xinglian couldn’t be too obvious in her seductions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She only flirted with Song Zijin occasionally, giving him a little taste. But every time, she was the one who couldn’t hold back, while Zijin refused to taste the forbidden fruit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Zijin, let’s just have a simple bite today. We still have some time before our afternoon classes~ Hee hee~\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could Song Zijin not understand her implication? Especially with that cloyingly sweet, honey-like giggle that seemed to melt his very bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nausea he’d felt earlier was long forgotten, especially since Lian’er was the true heiress of the Sheng Family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He certainly didn’t dare to offend the Sheng Family. In fact, Song Zijin couldn’t wait to go get intimate with her in the woods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lian’er, you’re such an impatient little minx. Just you watch how I’ll deal with you later~\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stop it~ You’re making me lose my appetite~\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But I’d hate for my Lian’er to go hungry. I’ll go buy you some meat buns.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Zijin, you’re so good to me~\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, Song Zijin and Sheng Xinglian skipped lunch...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>「At the Su family home」\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone ate their fill. Even Gu Jinghua, who had been on the verge of death, managed to eat half a bowl of rice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he had heard his foster sister’s words, his heart felt like it had been plunged into an ice cellar, frozen and cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind went blank, and he could only watch as he was consumed by a rage so intense it made him pass out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He truly understood then that while the ways of the world are real, human feelings are the most fickle of all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the meal, Su Qinchun and Mr. Su deftly cleared the table, while Su’s mother started preparing for her food stall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Jiaojiao brewed a cup of tea for everyone, explaining it was a homemade health tea to cut through the grease and aid digestion after the meal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In reality, it was a digestive tea, ready-made from her space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, Uncle Dong didn’t think much of it. But after one sip, he was full of praise. He had never tasted such a delicious tea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He recognized all the individual ingredients in the cup; they were quite common. But no one else would have combined them this way, and the taste was surprisingly good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Sir Gu laughed heartily. ’This granddaughter of mine is truly something else.’ The bit of resentment he’d held toward Sheng Xinglian also dissipated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Sheng Family raised my granddaughter well. After they unilaterally published a notice in the papers to sever ties, Jiaojiao still risked her life to save your adoptive mother.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That debt of gratitude for raising her has been repaid. Besides, our Gu Family also gave Sheng Xinglian the very best.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jiaojiao, don’t have any psychological burden from now on. We don’t owe the Sheng Family anything. And you must never act so recklessly to save someone again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s right, Jiaojiao. We don’t owe the Sheng Family any favors anymore,\" Mrs. Gu said indignantly, holding her daughter’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as she was still ill, she lacked strength, and her voice didn’t carry much anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dong Qihua noticed his friend, Su Shuochi, was smiling constantly—not his usual polite and distant smile, but a genuine, heartfelt one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Much of the gloom that had clung to him had dissipated. His whole demeanor seemed warmer, and his complexion was ruddy and glowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He asked curiously, \"Su Shuochi, what kind of snacks are you guys planning to sell?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The members of the Gu Family all looked at Su Shuochi and Gu Jiaojiao, clearly eager to know the answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Jiaojiao knew they were just concerned for them, so she rattled off a long list as if reciting a list of treasures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We plan to sell liangpi, roujiamo, egg crepes, meat buns, vegetable buns, and pickled cabbage buns. We’ll have a different special every day of the week.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"First, I’ll make a jianbing guozi for you all to try. You can see how my skills are and if I can make money with them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sister-in-law, you know how to make snacks?\" Dong Qihua asked in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought he was pretty familiar with the rumors about Gu Jiaojiao, but he’d never heard that she knew how to cook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My Jiaojiao’s cooking is delicious!\" Su’s mother was Gu Jiaojiao’s number one fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then let me show you what I can do.\" Gu Jiaojiao didn’t waste any more words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To make a jianbing guozi, the first step was to prepare the ingredients. She had everything in her space, so she pretended to go to the kitchen to get them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Jiaojiao was ready in no time. She teased, \"Watch closely now. It’s time to witness a miracle.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone played along, watching with keen anticipation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unhurried, Gu Jiaojiao mixed the batter and poured it onto a round griddle that was already giving off a little heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using a small, hoe-like tool, she expertly spread it with a single turn. Under her skilled hands...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...the slightly yellow batter obediently formed a round crepe, resting gently on the griddle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the batter began to set, the surface of the crepe, glistening with a thin layer of oil, started to dance along with the SIZZLING droplets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Jiaojiao nodded in satisfaction at the sight of the lightly browning crepe. She picked up a drink bottle and shook the yellow liquid inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She casually lifted the edge of the large crepe with a single chopstick and squeezed the bottle, spraying oil underneath with a SIZZLE, SIZZLE.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a loud WHOOSH, the oil instantly crackled, and the crepe’s skin became as translucent as jade in that moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of the plastic bottle being squeezed mixed with the crackling of the oil, accompanied by a light, drifting fragrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Jiaojiao took out two eggs from a box under the food stall. CRACK! Two eggs were spread open on top of the crepe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the passionate heat, the eggs and the crepe embraced tightly. In no time, a golden sheen began to shimmer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She then pulled some spicy gluten strips from the box. \"These are my homemade spicy strips. You can eat them directly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In reality, they were spicy strips from her space, but she did know how to make them, so she lied through her teeth without batting an eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She dumped them all on, then casually spread some lettuce over the spicy strips with her spatula.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From a paper bag to the side, she took out two crispy, fried crackers whose surfaces were lightly bubbled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the sauce, there was extra spicy and mild. She asked everyone if they wanted extra spicy or mild.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one understood what she said. Uncle Dong didn’t get it either, but he spoke out of habit: \"Just use whatever you think is best.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alrighty~\" Gu Jiaojiao chirped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wielding the brush as if practicing calligraphy, she waved her small hand, gliding it over the crepe and its fillings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dark brown sauce, speckled with flecks of red, released an enticing aroma when stimulated by the heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the next scene made everyone so surprised they nearly dropped their teacups on the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a large, colorful pile, stacked high. Then, Gu Jiaojiao picked up two spatulas and, as if performing a magic trick, began to fold the crepe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The huge crepe, hugging its pile of fillings, made a crisp CRACK sound under the spatula as it was folded into a jianbing guozi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She used the spatula to cut it in half, revealing the inside. The fillings, which had looked like a chaotic pile...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...now appeared neat and orderly, wrapped within the crepe skin. A bit of oily sauce slowly oozed from the skin, lingering on its surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"One yuan for one. Who wants it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I do~\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I do.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t the Gu Family members trying to be supportive on purpose; they couldn’t help but shout for one. They had even forgotten they didn’t have any money on them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words just blurted out, from Uncle Dong and Dong Qihua as well.\u003C\u002Fp>",1408,"2026-06-03T03:31:20.613Z","2026-06-03T03:31:25.280Z",1,"novelbin.me","b1bede4e9cc4d6b69582bf8f7340fa9e2616314f0c6936e7d53c37bebf3eab9d","back-to-the-1980s-transmigrated-as-the-bigshot-s-chapter-35","back-to-the-1980s-transmigrated-as-the-bigshot-s-chapter-33",635,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fback-to-the-1980s-transmigrated-as-the-bigshot-s-cover.jpg"]