I'm a chef in Infinity Thriller

Qiuli stood up from the water's edge, her eyes had adapted to the surrounding darkness, she looked up and saw a notice posted at the entrance of the alley, she took two steps forward, took out the lighter: "click" to light up.

She obviously didn't see the notice in the afternoon, besides, she frowned, where did the creeping plants all over the wall go?

She held back the uneasiness in her heart and looked at the notice:
This is an Anmin notice, which probably means that there have been frequent floods recently, the National Teacher has gone out of Beijing to investigate and ask officials from all over the country to assist, etc. She glanced at it and stared at the signature below for a while.

Dasheng Guoren and the 12th spring equinox.

She clearly remembered that today is the 15th year of Dasheng Guorenhe, and the vernal equinox has passed for several days.

So, she looked around, thoughts racing through her mind.

Those townspeople don't know themselves, not because they pretend to be deaf and dumb, nor because they collectively lose their memory.

It was not them who had the problem, but themselves. Even the bag of silver in the blacksmith's room might be the wages paid by the shopkeeper for the utensils made by the blacksmith.

She stared at the door by the pond, and everything started from entering this door.

The flow of time in these two worlds is different, but why go back to three years ago instead of three years later?

She no longer dared to step in, who knows what year it will be when she comes out again.

Qiuli came out of the alley in a daze. Three years ago, she was nine years old and one month away. In which village was she in when she first met her master and senior brother?
The memory of nine years ago is actually a blur...

There are only blood rains and torrential floods in the memory.

When she returned to the inn, she was exhausted, leaning against the head of the bed, her eyes lost their minds, and she suddenly lost her way in this strange world.

She thought of the notice and the monstrous flood in her memory. Since she couldn't remember where it was, she should look for it in a place where there was a flood.

With a goal in mind, her hesitation gradually calmed down, and she hugged the pillow and fell asleep slowly.

Early the next morning, after washing up, she squatted at the door of the inn to chat with the shopkeeper.

"Young master, you are so young, how can your family rest assured that you will come out to stay in the inn alone?" The shopkeeper was in his fifties, with a kind face and kind eyes. People of this age always love children a little more.

"I'm here to look for relatives, and I remember that there are often floods at home." Qiuli said with a wrinkled face.

"Flooding? Or you can look for Longkou Town in a few days, there is a flood there, but the national teacher has gone, and the flood will probably stop."

The shopkeeper sighed, "It's impossible to say about the escape, young master, I'm afraid you won't be able to find relatives as you wish."

"I have to go and have a look before I can give up. Grandpa the shopkeeper, I want to buy a map, where can I buy it?"

"There is one in the store. It was left by a previous customer. You can use it. Anyway, old man, I don't plan to travel far, but the road to Longkou Town is not peaceful. Young master, go to the west of the city and join a caravan."

The shopkeeper got up and rummaged behind the counter, took out a rolled paper tube, patted the dust on it and handed it to Qiuli.

"If you go to the west of the city, report it to me, so that you can come to the name of the shopkeeper Pang of the inn. The owner of their firm is named Du. It is a little bit cheaper to save the car."

Qiuli took the paper tube and thanked her. The sky was gloomy today. Seeing that she was going out, the shopkeeper handed her an oil-paper umbrella, "Lead me on the way, the day will change."

Qiuli walked towards the west of the city with an oil-paper umbrella in her arms, passing some shops along the way, bought some daily necessities, purchased food, and bought an iron pot.

Stopped and stopped to the west of the city, it was almost ten o'clock, and the wind picked up, she stuffed all the things she bought into the "carry food box" in a secluded place.

Chengxi Commercial Bank is easy to find, the signboard is called "Chengxi Commercial Bank". There are more than a dozen carriages parked on a huge street, and several grooms are sitting under the eaves by the street, talking loudly.

Qiuli entered the door of the firm, and inside a plump shopkeeper with a mustache was doing some calculations.

"May I ask if shopkeeper Du is here?" Qiuli cupped her hands and bowed.

"I am." The round-faced shopkeeper raised his eyes, saw a strange young man, and asked, "Where's your lord?"

"In Xiaqiuli, I'm looking for relatives. I want to go to Longkou Town with shopkeeper Du's motorcade. Oh, yes, it's good to come back to the inn. Shopkeeper Pang introduced me." Qiuli explained with a bitter face.

"There is a disaster there, you are looking for relatives..." Shopkeeper Du frowned slightly, and sighed, "We just have a convoy passing by there tomorrow. Late, the convoy waits for no one."

"Thank you, Shopkeeper Du, how much do I have to pay?" Qiu Li was overjoyed.

"How much money do you have as a doll's family? No need, and it's not a long journey." Shopkeeper Du glanced at her, lowered his head and continued to count.

"Then let me help with the cooking. I'll cook on the way." Qiuli suggested with the mentality of not being rewarded for nothing.

"Your age?" Shopkeeper Du got interested and put down his calculations, "Are you from a family?"

"Don't look at my young age, my cooking is delicious." Qiuli didn't want to lie, and only said her own cooking level.

"Well, if you do a good job, when you arrive in Longkou Town and you can't find your relatives, you can work in our car dealership." Shopkeeper Du is used to some customers who like to take advantage of it, and it is rare to see young people so measured of.

Immediately, he felt happy. Since this child is looking for relatives alone, there should be no one in the family. It is also a good thing for the dealership that this kind of person stays in the car dealership to work.

"Okay, thank you, shopkeeper Du." Qiuli's voice was crisp, and shopkeeper Du's fat face showed a smile. He came out from behind the counter and led Qiuli to the door.

"Deacon Zhang!" He shouted, and a young man came out from the next door.

"Boss, are you looking for me?" Deacon Zhang has a long face, big shoulders and round waist, and he has some martial arts skills at first glance.

"Brother Qiu, I will go to Longkou Town with your motorcade tomorrow, Fatty Huang's chef will share with him."

Deacon Zhang looked at Qiu Li and nodded, "Tomorrow morning, at three o'clock, don't be late."

Qiuli cupped her hands and bowed, repeatedly agreeing.

Finally, he let go of his worries, and he walked back to the inn with a little brisk pace.

On the way, the rain really fell. Qiuli held the oil-paper umbrella and looked at the scenery on both sides, and her mood became much more peaceful.

Before Yinshi arrived the next day, Qiuli checked out of the room, the rain had stopped, and she rushed to the west of the city with a small package on her back.

On the street at the entrance of the firm, there was already a buzz of people, eight carriages were loading goods, and the leader was Deacon Zhang, so Qiu Li hurriedly said hello.

"Fatty Huang!" Deacon Zhang said loudly, and a fat and short middle-aged man in front of the third car turned around, "Brother Qiu is under your control, you can settle down."

Fatty Huang's face was pale and he had no beard, and he waved, "Little Qiuzi, come here."

The voice was also a little shrill, and Qiuli had a guess in her heart, but she ran over eagerly.

"This No. [-] car is full of things from the kitchen. You will live here for the next few days, so take care of it." Seeing that Qiuli is young, Fatty Huang arranged a light job for her.

This person is very soft-hearted, Qiuli showed joy, "Okay, Master Huang."

At three quarters of Yin time, the flag of the caravan was planted in front of the caravan, and several oil lamps were hung on both sides of the front of the car. Deacon Zhang shouted: "Let's go, everything will go well!"

"Everything goes well!" was the cry of the crowd.

Qiu Li sat on top of several bags of rice covered with oilcloth, the night wind was blowing, the carriage was shaking, the horses were breathing heavily, and the horseshoes were constantly "kicking, kicking and stamping" as the convoy drove towards the gate of the city.

There's another chapter to come~