Reborn as a Fake Heiress Marrying the Tycoon novel Chapter 1087

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!" freёweɓnovel.com

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.

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