After hearing what Su Shuochi said, Gu Jiaojiao was too embarrassed to look back.
"Let's hurry home and see how well the buns sold today."
"Okay."
The two returned to the residential compound. It wasn't quitting time yet, but the streets were still full of people hurrying along.
Some people were heading home early from work to cook.
Regardless of whether they knew the couple or not, everyone who saw Gu Jiaojiao and her husband automatically moved to the side of the road, their eyes filled with envy as they stared at the fish and pork filling Su Shuochi's hands.
Their gazes were drawn even more to the two cloth sacks of rice and flour piled on his wheelchair. No one said a word to their faces.
But once they had passed, the gossip erupted. It was all along the lines of, "Marrying a cripple isn't so bad after all. At least you'll never have to worry about food."
