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

"You're right. Everything is predestined. Then meeting me, the descendent of Minggu, is also their fate. Isn't she very skilled? I want to see if she can cure an incurable illness!"

Su Xiaolu wiped Little Niu's tears and a trace of ruthlessness flashed across her eyes.

"Junior Brother, don't cry. You will definitely live for the next twelve years. You will live to be a hundred years old. Uncle-Master Niu will be fine."

Tears welled up in Little Niu's eyes. He hugged Su Xiaolu and cried. "Senior Sister, it's too late. Master, Master has already given up…"

The Master who had raised him, the kind and warm Master, the Master who had always coaxed him and made him eat food, would never be here again.

What right did he have to meet such a good mother and Master? One fought for him for the first twelve years, and the other fought for him for the second twelve years.

There's a Way