After traveling through time, she took her husband to be a food doctor

"Brother Ma, are we there yet?" asked Chen Pi, who was driving the cart in front.

"We're almost there. Look, it's right in front."

Everyone stopped to look. At the foot of the mountain, there were houses in a row. On the lower slopes, there were also thatched cottages. The nearest cottage was just across the stream. Smoke rose from the kitchen. The aroma of rice that Ding Xirui had just smelled must have come from there. Going up further, clouds and mist began to linger, and gradually, even the trees and mountains could not be seen clearly.

"Gurgle gurgle" Ding Xirui's stomach started to growl.

"Brother Ma, let's stop and eat. I can't walk anymore because of the smell of the food," she said.

Ma Tianyi hesitated for a moment, looked at the road ahead, then looked at the people behind him, and said:

"Okay, let's eat."

The carriage stopped, and Chen Pi and other coachmen fed the horses with hay and water first. Ding Xirui and An Yumo took out the food boxes in the carriage.

Everyone sat around, and the food in front of them seemed to be ten times more delicious than before. It was especially fragrant when put into the mouth. Ma Tianyi's mother's teeth were not very good, so she broke the pancake she baked into a small bowl, poured some water and started eating. From early morning to noon, they walked for half a day, and the water had already cooled down. The pancake soaked in water must be unpalatable.

"Auntie, please try this sauce." An Yumo opened the sauce jar and scooped a spoonful of mushroom sauce for her.

"Thank you girl."

The flavor of the sauce has spread around, and it is more flavorful than the last time I ate it.

"Yumo, have you improved your method?" Ding Xirui asked.

"Yes." An Yumo pointed at Yuan Sansheng, "Brother Yuan has already given me the secret recipe."

"No wonder the sauce tastes so good today." Ding Xirui spread out her pancake and asked An Yumo to serve it to her. The others followed suit, and in a short while, the whole jar of sauce was finished.

"Miss An, if there is rice in front of me, with your sauce, I can definitely eat a big bowl of it." Chenpi said.

"Me too." Xiaoqiang also nodded.

"So, what is the secret recipe?" Ding Xirui asked.

An Yumo pouted, "Since it's a secret recipe, I can't tell others easily. If you want to know, pay me?"

"There is no money, but there are many greedy mouths." Ding Xirui pointed around.

"Hahahahahaha."

Yuan Sanxing looked around, then looked upwards, and sighed, "What a pity! If there were no miasma, there would be so many mountain delicacies to be had."

Ma's expression suddenly became nervous. "Young man, you can't just go up there. These places are one-way trips, and every year there are people who go in and never get out."

"Okay, thank you, Auntie. Brother Ma has already reminded us. We value our lives and will not go up."

"Well, you must be obedient."

The cakes and vegetables in the food box were almost finished. An Yumo said with emotion: "After we settle down, we will have a good meal."

Ding Xirui smiled and handed her the kettle, "Okay, I'll wait."

Who would have thought that this roadside meal before entering the village would be the easiest meal for the group. In the following days, they ate just to fill their stomachs and didn’t care about the taste.

Ding Xirui finished the last bite of the biscuit, stood up, and suddenly felt some pain in his back and soles of his feet.

"Ouch!" An Yumo stood up and had the same feeling.

No wonder Ma Tianyi hesitated when he said to stop eating just now, because once he stopped, the fatigue of the morning would be reflected in his body.

Ma Tianyi was a little embarrassed, "Everyone, be patient, there is still one last section of the journey."

At this time, a donkey cart appeared from behind the mountain, with coffins piled on it.

Seeing this, Banxia leaned towards Ding Xirui. Ding Xirui shook her hand, but he was actually very nervous.

The road was narrow, so Chenpi led the carriage to the side. The old man driving the carriage stopped and took a look at the "huge" convoy.

"Isn't this Ma Dasao?" He said, and glanced at Ma Tianyi next to him, and his expression immediately became solemn.

"It's Lao Fan." Auntie Ma's eyes were red, but she still went forward to greet him. Ma Tianyi supported her and said nothing.

"Whose house is this?"

"Old Five's house at the foot of the mountain."

"Thank you for your hard work, running back and forth."

"Hey! To earn a living."

"This is my son. You can go to my house some other day and I will give you the remaining silver."

"Okay...my condolences..."

Old Uncle Fan drove the donkey cart forward, and everyone took a long time to pack up and move on. About half an hour later, they arrived at the entrance of the village. Ding Xirui looked back at the road he had come from, and felt that he had really arrived in another world.

"Thank you, Brother Ma, for your care along the way," Lin Mingxuan leaned forward and clasped his fists, then continued, "Where does the head of the village live? We all rely on the head of the village for accommodation, meals, and medical treatment."

"It's in the middle of the village, next to the main road. There's only one main road in our village anyway, so we'll be there in a moment."

"Thank you, Brother Ma."

"Doctor Lin, you don't have to be so polite. I'm just showing you the way."

It was past lunch time and there were not many people in the village, probably because they had gone to work in the fields. A few children were running around, staring with their eyes wide open, happily following the car.

"Wait, what are they holding?" Ding Xirui looked closely and saw that it looked like a paper doll used in funerals. There were still a lot of paper money left in the corners of the roadside walls. Not far away, a burst of crying could be heard. It was the sound of many people crying together, the sound of someone dying.

Ma Tianyi walked in front, looked in the direction of home, and his eyes became red.