Skin White As Snow

“That’s a jinx and must be rid of. It’s that or you and your family get out of here.” 
Su Xiaolu was transmigrated into this world as a newborn, and the instant she opened her eyes, she was deemed a burden and a jinx by a venomous grandmother-in-law. 
Her father, Su Sanlang, gritted his teeth and said, “Alright then, you can separate us from the family and we’ll leave.” 
For the sake of keeping her alive, they were forced to leave the main family and start a new life elsewhere. They ventured into a new profession, went hunting, and their lives gradually improved. 
Despite being called a jinx, she became the apprentice of a divine physician at the age of three, inherited his legacy, and became known to the world. She treated her brothers’ brain disease and her eldest brother became a profound martial artist while her second brother became a scholar. They all brought glory to their family. 
Now a divine physician herself and well-versed in nutritious recipes, she owned the largest restaurant in the Zhou Dynasty and earned so much money that she couldn’t possibly finish spending them in ten lives. 
Her family grew more prosperous and their horrible relatives showed up, trying to ride their coattails. 
Su Xiaolu smirked. “Close the gates and release the tiger!”

Transmigrated As A Delicate Bundle Of Luck For A Farming Family

Old Wu asked calmly, "Have you eaten?"

Before the Su family could respond, Su Chong's stomach rumbled.

Madam Zhao replied in embarrassment, "Doctor Wu, we haven't. You eat first. We'll-"

Old Wu interrupted Madam Zhao and said, "What are you talking about? Let's go eat. I'm not an unreasonable person. You should be free to eat and drink here. How can you get better if you don't eat and drink? If you really don't want to trouble me, hurry up and get well."

Old Wu was a little fierce. He turned around and went straight to the kitchen. Good lord, there was only vegetable soup in the pot.

Madam Zhao didn't leave a single piece of meat for themselves. They were all in his bowl. There was also no rice left in the pot, and only a layer of crusts remained.

Since it was all white rice, Madam Zhao did not dare to cook too much of it. However, she did not know Old Man Wu's appetite, so she did not cook much and gave it all to him.

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