Abandoned Daughter from a Noble Family: Poison to the World

"Susu, do you have someone you like?"

Su Wanqing was more disgusted, disgusted and afraid of the dog King Mo. She had planned not to marry and have children in her life.

The man was unreliable, and she couldn't keep the child, so she had to completely eliminate her relationship with them from the beginning.

So as not to make yourself sad in the future.

"Miss, I'm just a killer."

Xisu poured tea for her, which was white tea with a peach flavor and a rich fruity aroma.

Su Wanqing held the lotus-shaped tea cup and sipped slowly, "Then you will always stay with me. I suddenly feel that a woman always loses a lot when she gets married."

She thought of Su Qu and how she was expelled from the Shuntian Hou Mansion in her previous life. A woman must have the ability to settle down and live her own life, and she must also have her own house.

Otherwise, she would not even have a place to stay if she was kicked out.

Xisu poured herself a cup of tea, and now she smiled, her eyes as clear as a mirror-like lake in early spring.

"It's a good thing that Miss can think like this."

Su Wanqing held a piece of green fried shepherd's purse dumpling in her hand, mixed with diced ham and asparagus, mixed with chopped eggs, and creatively added bright red fresh fruit, which was extremely salty and fragrant.

During these dozens of days of recuperation, Su Wanqing wanted to eat delicacies from all over the world, so Shuntian Hou directly brought all the imperial chefs from the palace who cooked for the emperor, including their pots.

However, Su Wanqing felt that those exquisitely arranged dishes, covered with gold foil, and decorated with carved fruits, were just beautiful to look at.

In terms of delicious food, she thought the food cooked by Su Su was delicious. Just thinking about it made her salivate.

"Susu, you've learned this skill specially, right? It's as delicious as the food stalls on Zhuque Street where people have long lines of people waiting to be ordered."

Su Wanqing's mouth was full of oil after eating it. It was golden and crispy on the outside, but after one bite, it was soft on the inside. It was so delicious that her eyes were filled with stars.

Xisu smiled lightly and said with a humble face, "I have learned a little bit. I was on a mission before and sold snacks on Zhuque Street for a few days."

Her skin was so white that it reflected light, and she often lived in the dark, so her ears turned red, which was particularly obvious.

"Speaking of which, my aunt used to sell snacks on Zhuque Street."

Su Wanqing finished the last dumpling and reached out to wipe her clothes. Xisu saw it and quickly took out a snow-white handkerchief embroidered with Tangli and wiped off the debris and oil stains on her hands.

Looking at the charming Su Wanqing, Xisu lowered his eyes and held the handkerchief in his hand.

"Qu Jun had a talent for singing poems when she was young. However, she was free and uninhibited by nature and disliked participating in poetry gatherings. She regarded such behavior as arty and pretentious."

Su Wanqing was very curious about his elders and always felt that they had countless legends, but his adoptive mother's mouth was like a tightly closed shell and she would not speak.

She also wanted to know how someone as courageous and talented as Su Qu could be turned into a housewife step by step.

Su Wanqing knew that he was a complete waste in his previous life, but this did not mean that other people were also waste. There were always women who were born with intelligence, but had their wings broken and stuffed into a sedan chair.

"Speaking of Mr. Qu, I heard from the old man in the mansion that she prefers real gold, silver and jewelry to false fame. She is very talented in cooking. Whenever she cooks, neighbors from all directions surround her. The kitchen where she cooks."

Su Wanqing listened with great interest. This was much more interesting than the fight for favor in the palace courtyard.

"So my aunt then went to Zhuque Street to sell snacks?"

Xisu shook his head, "No, the atmosphere at that time was strict. The scholar-bureaucrats and the emperor especially didn't like women showing up in public. They felt that it was promoting the inadequacy of men in the Yun Kingdom and that they were reduced to needing women to support their families."

The corner of Su Wanqing's mouth twitched, and he was speechless.

"Now I feel that this emperor has a lot of shit. He has to take care of women when they go shopping to buy delicious food. He has to take care of women when their hands are seen. He doesn't care about big and small things. He just stares at women without letting go."

Xisu shrugged, and then sat upright opposite Su Wanqing.

"Qujun officially started doing business after she married her first husband, General Feng. The emperor was always confused. At that time, the central government said that he wanted to improve the local economy, so he strongly supported women in business."

The old emperor's reign name was Zaifeng.

Su Wanqing pinched her fingers to calculate the time. At that moment, her aunt should have been just over seventeen years old. At that time, it should have been the 30th year of Zaifeng.

Shuntianhou was a new member of the imperial court, and he rose rapidly. The emperor was unwary of him. In the imperial court, there was a group of officials who supported the reform, saying that they could no longer continue the Huang-Lao doctrine of the late emperor and interfered with people's livelihood.

So the laws and regulations that had been formulated before and the people had abided by them for a generation were turned into pieces of paper and everything had to be started from scratch.

Even women can go to the streets to sell things as they please, but of course there is a prerequisite, that is, they must wear bamboo hats and cover their faces.