The Medicinal Fragrance of Time Travel

Before time travel, Shen Fanyu was the chef of Lanyue Hotel and was good at all kinds of medicinal pastries. In an elevator accident, he fell from the 18th floor and died. He unexpectedly came to an era that was not recorded in history books, the 14th year of the Yu Dynasty in Qining. When he woke up from his sleep, the executive chef of a five-star hotel transformed into a lowly girl who was sold on the street by human traffickers. Shen Fanyu lifted up the torn cotton wool covering his body, rolled down the broken door panel that made his spine hurt, limped to the paper window with a large hole connected to a small hole, and leaned on the railing to stare for three hours. Finally, the trafficker's loud shout rang out with his words. The words to suit the occasion: "It's better to die than live!" Fanyu, Fanyu, the nine-year-old girl said silently in her heart with a smile on her lips. In her previous life, her parents died early and her relatives were estranged. She struggled to survive every day and was really unworthy of this name. I was lucky enough to be reborn, but found out that there is no worst in this world, only worse. If I continue to live with that beautiful and beautiful name, won't I be struck to death by a thunderbolt from God? Seeing the moonlight in the sky as cold and white as frost, the road ahead is as bleak as a small boat caught in the wind and waves. From now on, I will call it Lingzhou.