Chapter 1: Crossing
"Mother!"
"Mom! Wake up!"
Mo Fei woke up to a call.
She opened her eyes with a splitting headache, and the first faces that came into view were two unfamiliar children.
The boy was about 1.34 meters tall and looked only about seven or eight years old. His two thick black eyebrows were twisted together, and his eyes were filled with worry and anxiety.
The girl had two pigtails on her head and a round, fair and tender face. She was crying so hard that her face was covered with snot and tears.
When the two children saw that Mo Fei had woken up, they threw themselves into her arms, one on the left and one on the right.
Mom? Are they calling me?
Mo Fei was suddenly thrown into someone's arms, his body stiffened slightly. He endured and didn't push them away.
Mo Fei pinched herself hard and felt a sharp pain, which meant that she was not dreaming.
Could it be that a colleague played a prank on her and knocked her out and sent her here? That shouldn't be the case. She is the head chef of the hotel and usually has the final say. No colleague would dare to do that.
Mo Fei subconsciously looked at his current situation.
This is an old and dilapidated house of about 40 square meters.
The house barely had two bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen, and a bathroom. It was cramped, full of clutter, and the lighting was poor. On the table closest to her was a group photo. There were three people in the photo, one adult and two children.
The woman standing in the middle, holding her two children, looked almost exactly like her.
But Mo Fei knew clearly that it was not her.
Because the woman in the photo is holding two children, her eyes and brows look tired, but she exudes a kind and gentle feeling.
Mo Fei himself had never had such an expression.
Mo Fei closed his eyes with a headache. Could it be that she had traveled through time? At this moment, a huge memory hit him.
The first thing in these memories is that this woman, also called Mo Fei, was preparing to cook, but suddenly fell to the ground and fainted, scaring her children. Further on, there were countless scenes of her working hard to make money, and the mother and her two children relying on each other for survival.
The original owner got pregnant before marriage when she was in college, and she refused to reveal who the father of the child was.
When her family found out about this, they advised her to have an abortion, but she refused. Her family was so angry that they cut off all ties with her.
The original owner dropped out of school in her junior year to give birth to a child, and the child's father never showed up from beginning to end.
After that, the heroine raised the twins alone, and it is unknown how much hardship she endured.
Fortunately, the most difficult days are over. The children are growing up healthy and well-behaved, and the life of our family of three can be said to be happy despite the hardship.
But since the two children started elementary school, the family expenses have increased a lot compared to before.
In order not to mistreat her children, the original owner worked during the day and sold fried rice and fried rice noodles at the night market at night.
Working day and night, the original owner's health gradually deteriorated, and he often suffered from dizziness and palpitations.
But in order to save money, he never goes to the hospital.
This time, I had an acute myocardial infarction...
When this body woke up again, it had a different soul. It changed from single mother Mo Fei to the head chef of Art Hotel Mo Fei.
Mo Fei: "..." Who did she offend? She saved up a year's vacation and was just about to fly abroad for a vacation, but when she opened her eyes, she found herself here.
Mo Fei tried her best to make her expression look softer, patting the two children on the back to comfort them, and barely playing the role of a good mother.
"Mom, does it still hurt?" The boy's name was Mo Jianian, and he asked very sensibly.
Just now, Mo Fei suddenly fell to the ground and lost consciousness. Mo Jianian reacted immediately to help her up and even held her head.
The girl's name was Mo Jiayue. She reached out to touch Mo Fei's forehead while crying: "Let mommy touch it."
"Jia Nian, Jia Yue, be good. Mommy doesn't feel any pain anymore. Are you hungry? I'll go cook the dish and we'll have dinner." Mo Fei felt a little sympathetic as he looked at the child in front of him who was crying like a cat, and he pulled out a tissue to wipe her tears.
The two children were worried about her and followed her.
"Mom, it's really okay. Jianian, you're the older brother, so you take your sister to do homework first. I'll come check on you after dinner." Mo Fei said patiently, but there was a hint of seriousness in his tone.
Mo Jianian hesitated for a while and then agreed.
Two eight-year-old children, who were only in the third grade, sat side by side at the dining table and started doing math problems.
Mo Jiayue didn't shed tears, but she was still hiccuping. She did her homework while hiccuping, and it took a long time for her to stop.
Mo Jianian did his homework very quickly, and from time to time he would look up at his mother who was not far away.
Feeling the concerned gaze of her "son", Mo Fei was still not used to it, so she simply turned her back.
Feeling hungry, Mo Fei glanced at the shabby little refrigerator and shelves at the kitchen door.
The upper layer of the refrigerator is filled with green peppers, eggplants, cabbages and some chili sauce, and the lower layer is filled with some frozen raw meat and air-dried sausages.
On the top layer of the shelf are stacked eggs, and the two layers below are bags of ham, dried mushrooms, cucumbers, and carrots. On the ground are a bag of unpeeled corn and a sack of cabbage.
These are the ingredients that Mo Fei will use to sell fried rice at the night market.
The corn should be peeled into grains, the cucumber, carrot and soaked mushrooms should be cut into cubes, the cabbage should be cut into shreds, and the ham should be cut into slices.
Usually, after the family finishes dinner, Mo Fei will prepare the ingredients, put them in bowls, and then push them to the night market stall on time at 8 o'clock.
It's already five fifty, and I have to cook dinner and prepare ingredients for the stall, so time is very tight.
Fortunately, today is Friday. Every Friday night, Mo Fei would take a break from setting up the stall and spend time with his two children.
After sorting out the ingredients, Mo Fei entered the kitchen.
The kitchen was not big, but there were quite a few things. Under the gas stove was a gas can, and on top was a large iron pot that was well cooked. On the table next to it was a cutting board and two knives, one for cutting meat and the other for cutting bones. There was no separation between raw and cooked food, and Mo Fei frowned slightly.
She glanced at the chopping board and found that the original owner was planning to make stir-fried carrots and meat today. The carrots and meat were already cut and waiting to be put into the pot. As for the rice, it was already steamed in the rice cooker and the switch was turned off to keep it warm, so it could be served at any time.
Due to his occupational hazard as a chef, Mo Fei found time to wipe the workbench, pots, and spatulas first.
When she turned on the gas stove to turn on the fire, she found that there was not a single spark on the stove.
That doesn't make sense. Mo Fei thought the gas tank switch was turned too low, so he turned it higher. But there was still no fire.
It seems that there is no air. Mo Fei sighed. She missed her whole floor of automated kitchen.
Forget it, what was the number for the angry call? Mo Fei picked up the original owner's phone and flipped through the address book, but when he was flipping through it, he found that the large iron pot with no fire underneath was sizzling.
But this is clearly a reaction that only occurs when there is fire.
Mo Fei turned his gaze to the big iron pot, and then looked at the stove carefully to make sure he was not dazzled. There was still no fire.
She first tightened the gas tank, then tentatively poured some oil into the iron pot. The pot was hot and the oil was cold, and the vegetable oil began to bubble as it was heated.
Can you cook without fire? Damn it.
Forget it, she is such a living person that her soul can be transported, and she can cook even if there is no fire in the pot. What’s the big deal?
After accepting this strange fact indifferently, Mo Fei, who was hungry, quickly prepared stir-fried carrots with meat, stir-fried Shanghai greens, and a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes. Stir-frying quickly with hot oil over high heat, the carrots were oily, the Shanghai greens were crispy, and the scrambled eggs were tender and juicy. The three simple side dishes looked fragrant and made people drool.
"Wash your hands and eat!" Mo Fei brought the dishes to the table.
"It smells so good." Mo Jiayue stared at the three dishes on the table, the tempting aroma rushing into her nose.
Mo Jianian came over after serving the rice and looked at the dishes on the table in surprise. He heard his sister praising them just as he was serving the rice. He thought his sister was exaggerating, but when he got closer, he realized that the dishes were really delicious. Not only were they fragrant, but the colors were also attractive, and the presentation was better than before.
"Eat it while it's hot." Mo Fei said.
The two children's stomachs were rumbling with hunger. After taking a bite, they immediately wanted to eat the next bite and couldn't stop at all.
At dinner, the family of three ate two bowls each, and the rice cooker and vegetable plates were scraped clean. Jia Nian and Jia Yue's bellies were full from eating so much.
"Mom, I want to eat fried carrots with meat tomorrow." Jiayue ate the last bit of soup in the plate of fried carrots with meat along with rice.
"Me too." Jianian also said.
"Okay. But I can cook better dishes for you tomorrow to change your taste." Mo Fei smiled. This was the first genuine smile she showed after she realized that she had traveled through time. She liked to see others eat up the dishes she cooked, and she would feel an inexplicable sense of satisfaction in her heart.
But strangely enough, she found these simple side dishes more delicious than before. She didn't know if it was because she was hungry, but it couldn't be related to the big iron pot that didn't need fire.
"I'll wash the dishes."
"I wipe the table."
After dinner, the children did the housework within their ability and then returned to the table to do their homework.
Mo Jianian and Mo Jiayue were in the same class, and they had the same homework. Jiayue would ask her brother if she didn't know how to write something, which saved Mo Fei a lot of trouble. She heard that tutoring children with homework was a very maddening thing, and she thought she didn't want to suffer this torture.
Mo Fei finished cleaning the kitchen with great effort, and then started mopping the floor of the living room and bedroom.
I was sweating profusely and was extremely tired.
By the time she finished her housework, the two children had already taken a bath, changed into pajamas, and were waiting for her in the room.
"We want to sleep with mom today," the brother and sister said in unison.
There are two rooms in this house. The other bedroom has two single beds separated by a curtain. Usually the brother and sister sleep in that room. But today something happened to Mo Fei, and the brother and sister wanted to sleep next to their mother.
"Okay. Then you guys go to sleep first, I'm going to take a shower." Mo Fei couldn't stand the stinky sweat on his body.
After saying that, Mo Fei walked into the bathroom, which was less than 5 square meters. She saw the towel and toothbrush used by the original owner. The towel looked OK, but the toothbrush was already bristling. Although this body belonged to someone else, Mo Fei still searched through the boxes and cabinets to find a new toothbrush and towel to use.
After cleaning herself up, Mo Fei returned to the room. As she expected, the children had fallen asleep while waiting for her. The two children were sleeping in a crooked position, and Mo Jiayue was holding a stuffed bear in her arms. I don't know if she was dreaming about something delicious, but she even drooled on the bear.
Mo Fei leaned against the door and watched this scene. Suddenly, she remembered that many years ago when she was in an orphanage, she couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, and she woke up to see the director mother covering everyone with quilts beside each small bed. She moved, raised her hand to cover the quilt for both of them, and chose to go to the bedroom where the children originally slept.
After a busy night, Mo Fei finally had some time alone to deal with the huge shock that the time travel brought her.
The only thing she was thankful for was that she was an orphan in her original world. Even if she disappeared, no one would be sad. It seemed that it made no difference to her which world she was in. The only difference was that now there were two children who regarded her as their mother. If she abandoned them, wouldn't they have to endure the same fate as she did back then?
Mo Fei continued to sort out the original owner's memories while lying on the small bed, slowly thinking about all this. Suddenly, a magnetic male voice appeared in his ears. It was a little vague, and he couldn't hear clearly what he was saying.
"Who's here?" Mo Fei jumped up from the bed, trying to find the location of the male voice. But no matter where she went, the voice always lingered in her ears. Even if Mo Fei covered her ears, the voice still became clearer little by little.
The male voice said that Mo Fei did not travel through time by accident, she was chosen to enter this world which was already in a period of rapid biological evolution.
[Organisms never change gradually as the environment changes. Instead, they evolve wildly and explosively at certain times.
The last such period is called the Cambrian Period, which was about 540 million years ago. It is also called the Cambrian Explosion. During this period, countless life forms underwent major evolution and the number of life forms increased explosively.
A new era is coming. With it comes drastic changes in the environment and climate, including frequent mudslides, earthquakes, tsunamis, and volcanic activities. At the same time, life will enter a new round of prosperity. No one knows whether humans will rise higher from the top of the food chain or fall further in this evolution.
In a nutshell, the evolution period of natural disaster creatures, including humans, has quietly arrived.
The living conditions will be very harsh. 】
"Why should I believe you?" Murphy retorted bluntly, her voice low so as not to wake the child.
The man's tone did not fluctuate at all, and he just repeated one sentence: "You are the chosen one."
No matter what Mo Fei said afterwards, the voice did not appear again.
Mo Fei suddenly remembered the apocalyptic disaster articles and movies he had read in college, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
She couldn't help but look toward the window. It was 11 o'clock at night, and it was still pitch black outside the window. There were still lights on in some doors where people hadn't gone to sleep yet.
Mo Fei wiped the sweat off her head, feeling uneasy. In fact, she had no reason not to believe the male voice. It was a warning. If she believed it and was prepared, it would not matter even if nothing happened in the end. But if she didn't believe it, when the danger really came, maybe being alive would be a luxury. Mo Fei had a good memory, and she couldn't help but ponder the words over and over again in her mind.
Forget it, drink some water and go to bed early. Mo Fei turned around and wanted to go to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
Unexpectedly, the big iron pot in the kitchen that she had wiped clean suddenly emitted a dazzling red light and directly swallowed Mo Fei...
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