The Concubine Relies on Hot Pot to Conquer the Cold Noodle Jin Yiwei

I was originally a social animal in the 21st century, but when I opened my eyes, I became a concubine of the Yan family who was forced to marry a sixty-year-old man. My aunt's smile hides a knife, her fiancé is the coffin flesh of an old salt merchant, and even the well water smells of sulfur - but I prefer to use charcoal, fine sand and strong wine to filter out a tank of clear spring, alarming the whole house, and stirring up the capital with "little peach red" rouge! He wanted to rely on his knowledge of beauty to counterattack, but accidentally interfered with Jin Yiwei's undercover operation. He picked me up by the collar and sneered: "Miss Yan San, you ruined my half-moon plan." I took out the "Poison Testing Rouge" with my backhand: "Master Shen, why don't you cooperate? I can also make gunpowder." Three days later, I opened a rouge shop, held a hot pot banquet, and broke the epidemic under his nose. The tips of his ears were red and he handed me a copper whistle: "Don't die too quickly." But when I saw the "Alien Arrival" with my name written all over it in his study, I realized that all tenderness was temptation.