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

In the past few days, Zhang Luojia went to the recipe space whenever he had time, and was surprised to find that the water in this spiritual spring seemed to have the effect of whitening and nourishing the skin.

She drank it for several days, and the skin of the original owner's body became much whiter and more delicate, and she walked much easier.

Moreover, time in the space seemed to have stood still. She stayed there for three or four hours, and it was only time for a cup of tea outside.

Zhang Luojia dug out a few heavy masks in his storage space and put them on, then threw the pigs and chickens into his space, cleaned the empty pig pens and chicken pens thoroughly, and picked up some With less eggs, it looks like a double act.

Eat some apples, peaches and tomatoes when you are hungry, drink some spring water when you are thirsty, and tidy up the farm space in one day.

Putting down the tools in his hands, Zhang Luojia breathed a sigh of relief and took out the pigs and chickens from the storage space. He was embarrassed to find that the pigs and chickens had lost their breath.

Zhang Luojia held his forehead and forgot that his storage space could not store living things.

The only option is to temporarily put the chicken and pig carcasses into your storage space and wait for an opportunity to sell them.

Just when she was about to leave the space, her sharp eyes discovered that new tomatoes were growing in the place where she had just picked the tomatoes the day before.

Such fast regeneration ability? Zhang Luojia was envious.

In order to confirm his thoughts, Zhang Luojia picked all the tomatoes without stopping and put them neatly in his storage space. He planned to come back next time to see if it was what he thought, and then leave here and return. Original master bedroom.

Ding Mangui feels like his daughter has changed recently. She is fairer, more handsome, and more capable!

If it weren't for the plum blossom birthmark behind her ear that hadn't changed, he would have suspected that the girl was a fake.

"Do you really want to cook? Don't you usually like to be in the kitchen the most? You are only willing to make a few snacks." Ding Mangui looked at Zhang Luojia suspiciously.

Zhang Luojia shook Ding Mangui's arm like the original owner and said, "Oh dad, I'm already fifteen. Why don't you feel sorry for your daughter now that she's grown up? I'll give you a hand first. Maybe I can cook better than you."

Ding Mangui snorted, suppressed a smile and curled his lips: "I can still tell you, just don't feel tired, and don't worry that the smoke has made your skin bad after three or five days."

"You know, dad, just watch it." Zhang Luojia said with a smile.

She had never cooked before, so she became familiar with the weight of the wok and cooked a decent dish of scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

Of course, the tomatoes and eggs in the farm space were used. When Ding Mangui wasn't paying attention, he exchanged the original ingredients and threw them into the large bucket specially used to hold waste products in the space. Then he took out the ones in the farm space and prepared them, without revealing any of the ingredients. .

When the vegetables were cooked, Ding Mangui stretched his head over and said, "It really looks like that, but are the tomatoes we bought so red?"

Zhang Luojia laughed and urged him to try it: "Let's see how it tastes. How is your daughter's cooking skills?"

Ding Mangui picked up a chopstick and put it into his mouth. After eating, he kept a straight face and said nothing. He quickly took down two more chopsticks and said at Zhang Luojia's urging: "It's really not bad. My girl is really so quick!"

Zhang Luojia felt a little ashamed. This was really a waste of farm space.

Along with a plate of tomato scrambled eggs, Ding Mangui showed off three bowls of rice, and finally burped with his belly full: "I'm going to make this tonight, let's continue eating."

Zhang Luojia chuckled: "You said it's delicious. Let's put this on tomorrow's menu. I'm sure it will attract a lot of people."

Unexpectedly, Ding Mangui's face froze and he immediately rejected it: "No."

Zhang Luojia asked again and again, but Ding Mangui hesitated and couldn't say anything, and finally said: "Our family has no power or influence. Now this business can support us and my father. I don't want to make any money, I just want to save some." I will give you a small amount of money to find a good family when the time comes, and I will feel relieved to live a stable life."

Zhang Luojia took advantage of the rare moment when the two men could talk to each other and asked the doubts in his heart: "Dad, do we have any enemies in our family?"

"Bang Dang——" Ding Mangui suddenly stood up and the bench fell to the ground.

"Who told you? Is it—" Ding Mangui swallowed the words on his lips and stared at his daughter in panic.

Zhang Luojia straightened the stool, pulled him to sit down again, and said in a good voice: "Dad, I got up the night before yesterday and found a recipe book in our latrine... It says... huh huh."

Ding Mangui covered her mouth, and then looked around carefully.

There was no one in the store, and there were a few dishes and chopsticks that had not been cleared away after being used by customers.

Ding Mangui stood up and put up the closing sign, then carefully closed the door and dragged Zhang Luojia to the back room. He said with a serious face: "Where are your things? Who else knows about this? Have you told anyone else?"

Zhang Luojia went back to the room and took out the recipe that was placed in the space, and then handed it to Ding Mangui: "Of course I didn't say it. I just don't know why. I felt so familiar when I saw this recipe. The dishes in it are so familiar." I couldn’t forget it in my mind, so I thought about cooking.”

Ding Mangui had a tangled look on his face. After listening to her words, he finally understood why the girl had been pestering him about cooking the past two days. He sighed: "My fate -"

Who would have thought that he could hide all the recipes in the toilet and be discovered by others. Fortunately, the person who discovered the recipes was his own daughter.

Zhang Luojia did not interrupt him. Ding Mangui was distracted for a moment and then asked: "Then why did you just ask me if I have any enemies?"

Zhang Luojia was funny: "Dad, I am your daughter, don't I know what your skills are? The dishes you cook for your guests are average in taste, but the food you cook for me is much more delicious than theirs, and you are even better at roasting pigeons." Cai, with your skills, you can work as a spoon in the Huangchenggen Restaurant, right? Besides, I saw the recipe for roasted pigeon in this cookbook."

Ding Mangui didn't know whether to be happy about his daughter's intelligence or worry about letting her know about it so early.

"Dad, I think it's better to tell me something in advance. I've grown up and can handle things. It's better for you to tell me some things yourself than for the enemy to come to your door." Zhang Luojia advised, thinking of the story in the plot. The gang of thieves, and Mu Niannian, who knew the plot and deliberately smashed Ding Mangui to death, couldn't help but worry about the original owner.

It was no longer enough not to talk about the matter now. Ding Mangui thought about it for a moment and explained everything.

It turns out that the legend of the Ding family was not false. The Ding family did have an ancestor who was a great chef. The emperor at that time even wrote a plaque with the title "The best chef in the world".

Ding Mangui fell into memories: "I think back then, my grandfather, your great-grandfather, was famous for a while, and was sought after by many dignitaries, and some dignitaries spent a lot of money just to have a bite of the sweet and sour carp made by our ancestors, eh...

From prosperity to decline, our family was living very smoothly. I don’t know who passed it on, saying that our family had an ancestral recipe. The delicious food cooked by your great-grandfather was all due to that recipe, and then there was that evil look. Your great-grandfather won't be able to fight against those forces by himself.

Your great-grandfather realized something was wrong and made arrangements in advance, copied a fake recipe and gave it to them, and gave the real recipe to his only grandson, your grandfather.

He also cut off the tendons in his right hand and claimed that he had accidentally injured it while cooking. He would never be able to cook again. This was how he temporarily avoided disaster and saved his life. But from then on, our family began to go downhill. "