And the Best Secluded Life in the World (Food)

For Lu Yunhua, she farmed and dug bamboo shoots in spring, made wine and fermented sauce in summer, picked mushrooms and pickled vegetables in autumn, and sewed clothes and made shoes in winter. The forest is a friend and a companion in all seasons. Although he is a modern person, he actually lives like an ancient person who is isolated from the world... His only hobby is reading martial arts novels in his spare time. The novels at home fill up the bookcases. So when she really travels to an unknown ancient world, she can adapt quickly. Unexpectedly, he left behind a sick mother who was bedridden and recuperating; a confused and innocent younger brother; a crooked and dilapidated house; a body that was as thin and weak as a fairy with falling flowers and tears... Not to mention that this world is full of stinky sauce and fishy meat, the cooking methods are single, and stir-fry has not been invented yet! The only advantage is that there are a lot of ingredients, but many of them look different from modern ones. She has to be a divine farmer to taste them slowly! Furthermore, although she has become as weak as a willow and as sick as a girl, she still retains the modern strength that can pull up a weeping willow, and is not unable to weigh a pot, make noodles, or kill a pig. In order to save her mother's life and improve her quality of life, Lu Yunhua had to step out of the self-satisfied life before time travel and start a business with great success—— Steamed buns, pancakes, steamed buns, noodles, tofu and various sauces... Starting from a roadside food stall, she gradually became the ancestor of chefs! By the way, she abducted a tall, mighty and righteous husband-in-law back home. Although he was an ordinary hunter, he completely fit the type of "righteous hero" she liked. He even came with three cute, obedient and clingy little apprentices. The only thing that confuses Lu Yunhua is... The abducted Mr. Orion is not very talkative but has many friends. These friends are also mysterious, have strange nicknames, and eat a lot. Today there will be a "Master Thief" and tomorrow there will be a pair of "Double Hooks". Fortunately, they are very efficient at work and are both qualified tool men. Huh? I am telling my husband-in-law's apprentice a story about the most prodigal swordsman in the world. Why are you laughing secretly? Sir, help me get a bowl of noodles! Zhuo. Retired from the world. The best knife in the world. Yi (cut out the afterimage): Yes. Note 1. She looks weak but is actually an all-purpose cook who can hold a spoon with one hand × her profession looks like a hunter but is actually a righteous leading swordsman who has retired from the world. 2. I once wrote a large article about demining, but people took screenshots, demining and comments to "complain". It is said that there is no need to read the text, demining is "translating the meaning", so I added demining three times, and the demining was longer than the copy, but no matter how I explained it, I only received malicious responses, and continued to "complain" about my explanation of demining. The person who speaks for me is "a man", and all my explanations are just a way to increase the intensity of ridicule. It is proof that the author is an unrepentant person who writes badly and has a bad mouth. I feel like I have become a madman who throws things and screams. No matter how I prove that I am an independent "female author" who has unlimited hope that women's rights can be truly realized, but as long as I write about "three boys" in this book, about the uneven number of female and male partners, and about the female protagonist's delicate appearance, then I am a lover of boys, a stinky footband wrapped around the cerebellum, and a sinner in the fact that women cannot make progress. Now I don't want to prove anything. Whatever you think of me, stranger on the Internet, you can't change the fact that I am a woman. My gender will not be the reason for anyone to put shackles on me. Those who have different ideas from me and try to use your methods to discipline me are not the same kind I need to care about. To some people, it seems that any word I say is proof of my guilt. Comments and replies are like this, as is copywriting demining, article content, and any text I send out. It was a hearty carnival that made people applaud, but I was the accused in the middle and had already been convicted of the crime, so I was not qualified to prove my innocence. The so-called blessings for me to have three babies, the so-called blessings, the hard-to-evaluate life of loving my male sister, the so-called stupidity is my destiny, the so-called not letting people tell me if I am not good enough, writing this kind of thing and still working full-time, and so on. I don't understand why I think that others should accept it with a smile and silence when I can't hear anything in the real world. I admit that I am a sensitive person, and my emotions are easily affected by the outside world. I never even watch tragedies or realistic works, and I write articles about the dreams of all good people. So when I see any comments that I have questions about, I try to explain my thoughts, lest I make the other party annoying and be summed up too much. When I saw the so-called "complaints", my blood pressure was so high that I felt dizzy all day long the next day. But at that time, I was too timid to cause trouble. I seemed to think it was normal for the author to be spoken to like this, but I just didn't dare to look around. Two years later, I accidentally read it again, but my heart beat too fast and my hands and feet were cold because of those malicious words. So I deleted the demining. Readers who read this book can read it if they want. They feel that it is not appropriate to write here and there. Anyway, I have finished writing. I have not sorry anyone, so there is no need to feel guilty. And I don't want to endure it anymore. You can slap me as a person, but I hope some people understand that the author is not a so-called public figure. You can judge what is wrong with my book, but when you point the finger at me, trying to get the excitement of the crowd and the feeling of condescension and pointing fingers, pouring curses on me, and defining who I am, I can also use legal weapons to protect myself. 3. Every normal reader is my angel. I cherish the normal author/reader relationship and am grateful to all my parents for providing food and clothing (bow) (Yes, I meant to say it. Don't think that there are no normal people in the world because you are that kind of person. If you have moral obsessiveness, just do something truly honorable. Some people read my articles, and some people like them, so don't bother.) Intention: I hope every goodwill will not be let down