[Transmigration + bride substitution + food + sweet romance + light comedy + everyday life]
On her very first day in ancient times, Su Xiaowan catches someone's eye.
The eldest daughter of the Su family in the west of the city runs away before her wedding. The steward panics and careens blindly down the street, crashing headfirst into Su Xiaowan's stall. When he opens his eyes, he sees a young woman who looks decent and, most importantly, also has the surname Su.
“Miss, would you take her place as the bride? A thousand taels.”
Su Xiaowan does the math: no parents, no household registration, and as an orphan in this land where men rule over women, she's easy prey. As a substitute bride, at least she'd be the legal wife, with a roof over her head, land, and food. If the so-called demon king of a husband really turns out to be awful, she can beat him up and run away.
She nods. “I'll marry him. But give me the silver notes first, and I'm bringing my pot.”
The steward agrees through his tears, then turns around and drugs her.
When Su Xiaowan opens her eyes again, she's already in the bridal sedan. Rubbing her aching head, she grits her teeth. “I said I'd marry him, so why drug me? Are you trying to welch on the deal?”
Never mind. First, a gear check.
Air fryer: here.
Knives and spatulas: here.
She feels around inside her clothes. The silver notes are here too, and it looks like they even gave her a little extra.
Fine. As long as I have a way out.
The bridal sedan comes to a stop. Before the matchmaker can help her, she climbs out herself, carrying her pot. The neighbors gather to watch, ready to gossip, when the snacks tucked into her sleeves come tumbling out: sesame cakes, oranges, osmanthus cakes, steamed buns, and rock candy cakes. One of the rock candy cakes even rolls over the threshold.
The suona falls silent for half a beat.
The crowd erupts. “She brought a pot and spatulas, and even packed provisions. Is she fleeing a famine?”
“Is this a bride or...”
