After Transmigration, I Picked Up A Husband and Daughter

Su Yu’s frankness left Jiang Xiehe with no reason to rebut, so he could only nod in agreement, "Alright, alright, I’ll listen to your arrangements."

At the moment of farewell, Su Yu reiterated, "Starting today, try not to let Yueyue work in the fields anymore. It’s best to have her stay at home to avoid direct exposure to the harsh sun. That way, her skin can be better protected."

Jiang Xiehe promised repeatedly, his eyes filled with dreams for his daughter’s future.

In order to restore his daughter’s beauty, any sacrifice seemed trivial, especially when it was just sparing her the hardship of agricultural labor.

Deep down, he had always felt for his daughter’s toil but found it hard to go against her stubbornness.

Now, with the help of Su Yu’s words, he could rightfully allow his daughter to recuperate at home. After all, even the most diligent girl longs for her own moments of beauty.

Watching the figures of the Jiang family receding into the distance, Su Yu quietly conceived of a way to make a fortune.

Since ancient times, the pursuit of beauty has been an unchanging theme for women, and this was undoubtedly a market brimming with potential.

Even though she couldn’t sew lavish clothes by hand, she could utilize her medical skills and deep understanding of herbs to create skincare products with ancient formulas.

Skin problems trouble everyone, and while cases as severe as Yueyue’s were rare, nearly everyone’s skin has its unique worries and needs. The market was vast, as one could imagine.

Touching her own face, which had become dry and itchy from recent exposure to the elements, Su Yu became more convinced of her idea.