Back to the 1980s: Transmigrated as the Bigshot's Pampered Wife Chapter 147: Taking a Master

Su Shuochi knew his wife had brushes and a drawing board in her space, so he imdiately handed his backpack to Gu Jiaojiao.

"Honey, for your drawing board and art supplies... should I get them, or will you?"

"I’ll get them myself." Gu Jiaojiao shot the man a look. ’As if you could get them out!’

Ignoring the bickering old n, she took a drawing board and art supplies from her "backpack."

"Oh my god, Jiaojiao, where did you buy your drawing board? I’ve never seen one like it!"

Cheng Tao was getting excited again.

Unfortunately, no one answered his question. The Gu Family didn’t know where Gu Jiaojiao had bought her drawing board.

The Su family knew even less. Su’s mother even thought it might be a Gu family heirloom.

Su Shuochi attentively poured digestive tea for the VIPs, doing his best to divert their attention.

And so, the VIPs’ attention was once again captured by Su Shuochi, while Mr. Su, Su’s mother, and Second Brother Gu went to the kitchen to prepare for the next day.

An hour later, a breathtakingly realistic painting appeared before them. Fiery red autumn leaves were reflected in the water.

The stream itself had turned red, a red so deep it seed to have squeezed all the water out. On both banks, the trees were draped in gold by autumn...

The gentle, gurgling sound of the stream, sotis faint, sotis swelling, was like a beautiful lody composed by nature itself.

The VIPs stared, utterly srized. Cheng Tao was the first to react. "When you reflect on the five thousand years of China’s history, when you look back through the ages, only traditional painting stands at the world’s pinnacle. The beauty of this art form begins with the ’five colors’ born from a single ink."

"Its essence lies in capturing the very soul. With just a few strokes, it conveys the full depth and beauty of its subject."

"To paint autumn, one need only suggest the whisper of the wind and the flutter of falling leaves. More than that, traditional painting has the power to condense a thousand years of spirit into a single mont, a spirit that never fades..."

"Jiaojiao, will you accept as your disciple?"

Gu Jiaojiao: "..."

’The whole reason I showed off a little was because I don’t want to study painting anymore!’

"Don’t anyone dare try to steal her from ! I was the first one to say I wanted to beco Jiaojiao’s disciple." Xia Qiuming also loved landscape painting.

’With a master like her, when I get tired of studying dicine, I can learn to paint in my spare ti!’

Grandpa Gu and Mr. Gu always saw Gu Jiaojiao through rose-colored glasses. In their hearts, she was ant to be dazzling.

Grandpa Gu looked at his granddaughter’s features, which sowhat resembled his son’s, and found them exquisitely beautiful.

Every feature was as if perfectly chiseled by a master sculptor. Her lovely eyes, slightly upturned at the corners, were just like her father’s.

’What does it feel like to have such a brilliant granddaughter? I’ll have to write an article about it for the Imperial City Daily.’

’Hmph! That Old Man Cheng wanted to be my granddaughter’s teacher. Serves him right! Now *he’s* the one begging to be *her* disciple.’ Grandpa Gu cackled inwardly.

But the most shocked of all was Aunt Song. Her eyes scanned Gu Jiaojiao like radar, examining her from top to bottom and side to side.

She hadn’t beco the won’s director of the compound without being sharp. ’Su Gu... Su... Gu...’ she thought. ’It couldn’t be referring to Gu Jiaojiao, could it?!’

’Oh my god, I’ve stumbled upon sothing huge! No wonder those two divine doctors from the Imperial City are so polite to her.’

She quickly racked her brain, trying to rember if she had ever offended Gu Jiaojiao. ’Thank goodness, thank goodness, I’ve always been on her good side.’

"Honey, no matter how well Jiaojiao paints, you don’t have to beat your chest in jealousy~"

Aunt Song: "..."

’For the first ti, she thought her husband was an idiot.’

"I’m just surprised, not jealous. Your mouth hasn’t stopped for a second. Is it really a good idea to eat so much at night?"

"It’s fine, I’m drinking digestive tea, aren’t I?~"

Song Zijie’s awe was broken by his parents’ banter, and his excitent faded.

"Su Tuan, call Jiaojiao’s eldest uncle and tell him not to co pick up our guests. We’ll take them to the guesthouse."

Uncle Song had driven to the Su family’s ho tonight, and since he was the one who managed the guesthouse, he knew the way well.

"Okay, thank you, Uncle Song. Xia Qiuming, what are your plans for tomorrow?"

Su Shuochi also thought it was getting late. ’My wife still needs to give my silver needle treatnt.’

"We’re not going out tomorrow. We’re coming here. I’ve decided to beco Jiaojiao’s disciple," Cheng Tao declared.

Su Shuochi grumbled internally, ’Just because you want to be her disciple doesn’t an you can. It’s not that simple.’

Grandpa Gu said with a wide smile, "Let’s discuss everything tomorrow. You all should go get so sleep. I won’t see you out."

He Shen Yi and the others left reluctantly. Cheng Tao, who was usually quick to depart, kept looking back over his shoulder tonight.

After they left, Grandpa Gu said to his granddaughter, "My old friends want to beco your disciples. In my opinion, that’s not a bad idea."

"Jiaojiao, just think about it. When you go to university in the Imperial City, you’ll have professors from several departnts as your disciples. How would that feel?"

Grandpa Gu used to be a professor at the top university in the Imperial City. He knew so teachers there would kiss up to their superiors and look down on others.

Of course, there were more upright people like him. Besides, with him looking out for his granddaughter, while he couldn’t say she could do whatever she wanted, at least she wouldn’t be bullied.

"Grandpa, I wouldn’t have a problem accepting Xia Qiuming and Professor Cheng, but I can’t accept He Shen Yi. My skills in Chinese dicine..."

"Jiaojiao, I’ve told you before, your grandmother was truly a direct descendant of the Ye family. Although her own dical skills weren’t profound, she had the Ye family’s dical texts."

"Back in those years, many of the books were thrown away like trash, which is why your grandmother died of grief. Your granduncle’s whereabouts are still unknown."

"This is one I protected with my own life. Take it and read it slowly. With this dical text, you are more than qualified to be Grandpa He’s master."

Gu Jiaojiao took the book. On the surface, it looked quite ordinary.

But when she opened it, she found it was a ticulously detailed herbal compendium, its contents incredibly comprehensive.

From things that grew in the earth to those that swam in the sea or flew in the sky, if it could be used as dicine, it was recorded here.

"Thank you, Grandpa. I’ll think about it. Dad, Mom, Big Brother, you all get so rest now."

Gu Jiaojiao was very fond of her elders in the Gu Family. None of them were ones to nag or lecture, which made her feel very comfortable.

On the surface, she and Mrs. Gu might not have seed deeply affectionate, but their interactions were always filled with care.

Grandpa Gu and Mr. Gu were imnsely proud of her but never pressured her. This kind of familial love felt natural and comforting.

Her father in her past life had been a terrible nag, always repeating the sa few phrases over and over.

He’d start with "I’m only doing this for your own good," and then go on and on. For her, listening was like being Sun Wukong with the golden headband clamped on—it gave her a splitting headache.

Her father seed to be constantly reminding her of things for her own good, but in reality, he just couldn’t stand to see her have a single mont of rest.

Because her father was a workaholic and a chatterbox, she couldn’t help but want to keep her distance.

Even during holidays, she would stay with her grandfather. Her grandpa used to joke with her, "You’re just too outstanding, so your dad is jealous of you."

Sheng Shiwu walked ho carrying a bowl of braised donkey at, trying to think of an excuse the entire way. He still hadn’t co up with one by the ti he reached his front door.

"Xiao Wu, what are you carrying that slls so good? Co in quickly and let your dad have a taste," Mr. Sheng said happily when he saw his youngest son return.

"It’s braised donkey at. You guys have a taste." Sheng Shiwu glanced at his father, then at his mother.