Quick Travel: Love will only affect the speed at which I draw my sword

With such a promise, Zhang Luojia began to accept the memory of the original owner without moving.

This is a world similar to ancient times. The original owner, Ding Yufu, is a descendant of Ding Dawan, the best chef in the world. The person who woke her up from outside just now was her father, Ding Mangui.

The Ding family started off by gourmet food. When it was in its prime, there was even a plaque written by the emperor himself as the best chef in the world. It is said that Ding Yufu's ancestor Ding Dawan was so skilled in cooking that Long Live Lord and Lafayette appointed chefs in the palace. If you don't eat the food he cooks, you won't be able to eat it.

Ding Dawan gained power and quickly accumulated a large amount of wealth, married a wife and had children. Unfortunately, his descendants were not talented enough to take over his skills.

It is said that wealth lasts only three generations. The children of the Ding family who suddenly became rich soon fell into bad habits and became proficient in eating, drinking, prostitution and gambling. Starting from the generation of Grandpa Ding Yufu, they began to go downhill. Today, they are no longer the same as ordinary people in the market. Just like ordinary people.

Ding Mangui lost his wife in middle age, and took his daughter to open a small restaurant in his hometown to cook some food. The business was average, which was enough to provide food and clothing for the father and daughter.

The life was ordinary but also very happy, until one day when Ding Yufu went out to buy ingredients, she rescued a strange woman who was half-clothed and took her in kindly.

This strange woman calls herself Mu Niannian. She wanders here alone without a father or mother. She has many strange thoughts in her mind and she also speaks many words that the original owner Ding Yufu has never heard before.

Her poor life experience had no impact on her character. Her carefree and informal temper matched Ding Yufu's temper.

The two sisters soon lived and ate together, and Ding Mangui not only did not dislike having an extra mouth in the family, he was also very happy that his daughter had a caring little playmate.

Mu Niannian is not a big person, but she also has some novel ideas about food. Every time Ding Mangui cooks, she will give her some pointers. Ordinary ingredients can be made into different patterns, coupled with Ding Mangui's craftsmanship It was already good. In just two months, the business of the small restaurant was getting better and better.

One day when Ding Yufu got up at night, she found that Mu Niannian who was sleeping next to her was missing. When she was a little curious, Mu Niannian crept in from outside.

Ding Yufu asked her what she was doing there with concern. Mu Niannian had a strange look on her face, hesitantly said that she was not feeling well and wanted to go outside for a while, then yawned and said she was sleepy and urged her to sleep quickly.

Ding Yufu thought she had something to hide, so she thoughtfully fell asleep without asking any more questions. When she was about to fall asleep, she seemed to hear Mu Niannian whisper a word of apology.

After waking up the next day, Mu Niannian seemed to be a different person, and started to help the cook in the small restaurant, saying that he had been here for so long, and now he had to do more work to repay Uncle Ding.

At first, Ding Mangui was worried that the girls' busy work was too hard, and the smell of oil fumes would make people dirty, but he couldn't stand it and Mu Niannian had to do it.

Ding Yufu also went to persuade her: "Nian Nian, my father doesn't let you do it because it's for your own good. Being a cook is too dirty and tiring."

Mu Niannian's face was filled with three parts guilt, three parts pity and three parts determination: "Fu'er, you don't understand. I know you don't like being a cook and serving dishes. It doesn't matter. I'll do this kind of dirty work. You have more time." Accompany Uncle Ding, after all...I will definitely make my way in the world in the future, and when the time comes...I will tell you a wishful man."

Ding Yufu didn't understand why she had this expression, but it felt strange. After all, she was not promised to be married to someone else, and she was still shy when talking about her husband. She laughed and joked with her to blur the matter away.

At Mu Niannian's insistence, Ding Mangui also agreed. It must be said that Mu Niannian learned very quickly. He only told him some dishes once, and Mu Niannian could start immediately, and the dishes he cooked tasted better than those he cooked. too much.

Ding Mangui also secretly said that this thing is really a talent. Mu Niannian was born to be a cook, but it is a pity that she is a girl and her arms are not strong enough, so she almost has trouble lifting a spoon.

The business of restaurants and small restaurants is getting more and more popular, attracting the jealousy of many colleagues.

Disaster happened. One night near the end of the year, a thief suddenly entered the house and turned the house into a mess. Ding Mangui heard the noise and went out to see and fight with the thief.

Ding Yufu suddenly stood up when she heard the sound, and found that Mu Niannian woke up before her. He covered her mouth first and pulled An Ge down under the bed.

Ding Yufu struggled hard and said, "My father is still outside!"

Mu Niannian's fingers trembled but she didn't hesitate at all: "I know, can we handle so many people?" Then he forcefully pulled her in and hid.

Ding Yufu clearly heard her father's scream, and then someone came into her room and rummaged around for a while before disappearing.

Ding Yufu broke free from Mu Niannian's restraints and rushed out crying. Ding Mangui had fallen into a pool of blood with only one breath left.

He held his daughter's hand tightly and muttered something in a weak breath. Ding Yufu lay on him and tried to hear what he said clearly: "Go...get out of here...quickly...behind the latrine." ...Forehead......"

"I'm sorry Fu'er, I'm sorry Uncle Ding. I squatted for too long and my legs are numb. I didn't mean it!" Mu Niannian fell head first on Ding Mangui, so heavy that Ding Mangui swallowed back the rest of his words, mumbling in his mouth. Blood spurted out, and after a convulsion, he died with his eyes open.

Ding Yufu cried loudly, but did not see the trace of joy flashing in Mu Niannian's eyes.

The officers and soldiers arrived soon.

The movement of the Ding family had already alerted the neighbors, but no one dared to come out to help. Someone close to them reported it to the police. The heartbroken Ding Yufu burst into tears. Mu Niannian was particularly enthusiastic and followed her around, taking care of everything.

Recording testimony - autopsy - going to the government office, everything was handled by Mu Niannian. Ding Yufu calmed down and wanted to do these things by herself. She also wanted to find out the truth and give her father justice.

She didn't want to be persuaded by Mu Niannian to go back every time she set out, and he even carefully grabbed some medicine for her.

"Fu'er, if Uncle Ding loses you, you still have me. I, Uncle Meng, will take care of you and take care of you. I am also Uncle Ding's half-daughter. You haven't had a good rest these days. I can just run around for these things. You should take a rest."

"Fu'er, the deceased is the eldest. Uncle Ding will be buried in two days. Please stay with him as long as possible."

"Fu'er, look how haggard you are, your mind is damaged. You can't have anything to do without Uncle Ding. Come on, I'll boil some medicine for you, ah——"

"Fu'er..."

Ding Yufu originally blamed Mu Niannian for preventing her from going out to rescue her father, but now that she saw her busy with her family's affairs, she felt less angry.

I just don't know why I feel dizzy and lethargic.

Choosing to be buried underground and conducting funeral rites, Mu Niannian was like a spinning top.

Ding Yufu only forced herself to kneel all night when Ding Mangui was at the funeral.