Let Me Get Out of Here on Our Wedding Night. I Rely on My Cooking Skills to Cry Like a Great General!

On the night of the wedding, Xie Wuge told her to get out. Su Xiaoxiao gnawed on the hard bun without raising her eyelids: "Shut up, I'll deal with you when I'm full." She is busy, setting up a stall, making sauce, and developing her food empire. Paralyzed husband? Let's keep it first, she can afford it anyway. Her envious relatives were slapped in the face by her with delicious food, and the arrogant ruffians became her loyal fans. Even the ladies in the city bowed down to a mouthful of "Su Ji" sauce. They all say that the Xie family has collapsed and will never get up again. Until the paralyzed husband she had "taken care of" put on his armor again and stood up with a sword to protect her behind him. And her food stalls have already opened all over the border, her fragrance spreads thousands of miles, and her wealth is as great as the enemy's. Later, the enemy's spy wanted to start with logistics and sneaked into the kitchen to prepare poison. The next day, the entire army announced: "Five spies were captured last night. It is reported that they were trying to steal Madam Su's exclusive pickle recipe."