hsntnovel Chapter 1 Time Travel and the Fat Mom
Chapter 1 Time Travel and the Fat Mom
Foreword:
Please agree before you start reading: you can drop the story, but no insults allowed!!! Because I've read too much fanfiction, I don't remember the details of the original work very well anymore. Please don't nitpick about the wording or comment on the original work. Just consider it the butterfly effect of fanfiction at work, thank you!
Also: I wrote the plot myself, the setting was my own idea, and I expanded the text using a writing assistant! Warning: This is potentially offensive!!! My writing isn't great; I'm a newbie and used an assistant system! If you mind, don't read it! I beg you to stop now if you mind! Don't read it and then start complaining!
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Inside an unassuming antique shop in Panjiayuan, Beijing.
"Hey! Hey Blackie! Are you some kind of glutton? There are only a few pieces of this braised pork, and look at you, you've already eaten three! This last piece is mine! It's the rule of the trade that the best dish is saved for the boss!"
In the center of the shop stood an old elm wood table. A portly man in a loose-fitting undershirt held chopsticks, staring intently at the last glistening, trembling piece of braised pork on his plate, as if facing a formidable enemy. Opposite him stood a lean young man in a simple T-shirt—Qin Yuan.
"Burp—" Qin Yuan deliberately let out a long burp, slowly put down his chopsticks, rubbed his stomach, and wore a smug smile on his face. "Ah, I'm full, I'm full, that feels good! Fatty, what did you just say? The wind was too strong, I didn't hear you."
"Hey you, you potato, onion, and radish! Trying to play dumb with me, Fatty Wang!" Fatty Wang cursed, but his movements were lightning fast. He dragged the plate in front of him, reverently poured the last bit of broth and a few scraps of meat into his bowl, and mixed it with his rice. "What a waste! This broth with rice is the real essence! You're still a novice!"
Qin Yuan watched the fat boy guarding his food, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart as he unconsciously smiled.
Qin Yuan has a secret: he is a time traveler who transmigrated to this world. In a daze, he thought he had been reborn. He was all alone, penniless, and almost starved to death on the streets. It was in Panjiayuan that he met this fat man wearing a big floral jacket, sweating profusely while eating hot pot in front of a copper pot restaurant, who called himself Zhuge Feilong.
Seeing his disheveled state, the fat man didn't ask any questions. He waved his hand and said, "Look at your skinny frame, like a little black potato that hasn't grown up yet. From now on, I'll call you Little Blackie! Follow me, and at least you'll have something to eat!"
So he took him in. The fat man was a chatterbox, always saying that Qin Yuan's name was as dark as his own heart, like a bottomless abyss, and he kept clamoring that once he fattened him up, he would find a rich woman to sell him for a good price. But every time they ate, the fat man would loudly and eagerly grab the food, but in the end, he would deliberately slow down his chopsticks, letting the last piece of meat and vegetables on the plate fall into Qin Yuan's bowl.
"Tch—fat mom!" Qin Yuan muttered under his breath, his tone complicated.
"Hey! Little Blackie, are you muttering curses at me, Fatty?!" Fatty finished the last bite of rice, patting his belly contentedly. "After my careful investigation and bold guess, I've discovered a great place. I'm going on a long trip tomorrow, so Little Blackie, you stay home and watch the shop, beware of fire, thieves, and rich women!"
"Where to?" Qin Yuan's heart skipped a beat, but his face remained calm.
After a month of peaceful life with his family, Qin Yuan's unease about time travel grew stronger. So he used the excuse of traveling to go to Hangzhou, followed his memory to find Hefang Street, saw the signboard of Wushanju, and the shop owner who looked handsome yet had the innocent and lazy air of a college student, lying on a rattan chair.
At that moment, the last glimmer of hope in his heart vanished, and his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally died. This was not some parallel world with a similar history; this was the bizarre and perilous world of the Tomb Raider Chronicles.
Hearing that the fat man was about to leave, I immediately became alert, and sure enough...
"In Shandong, in a remote mountain village," the fat man said in a low voice, with a hint of mystery, "I heard there's a Warring States period tomb there, and it's incredibly lucrative..."
He didn't finish speaking—
[Ding! Host has been detected to have accessed key information in the main storyline: "The Warring States Tomb in Shandong." Successful access to the main storyline of *The Grave Robbers' Chronicles* has been achieved; the Grave Robbers' Assist System is now officially activated!]
[System space successfully opened! (Initial capacity: 10 cubic meters)]
[System Shop Opened Successfully! (Available Points: 0)]
[The new player gift pack has been sent to your system space. Please check it!]
A series of cold, electronic sounds seemed to resonate directly in the depths of his mind, causing Qin Yuan's spirit to jolt violently, and his hand holding the cup paused slightly.
It's here as expected! He had guessed before that he wouldn't get any cheat codes after a year of transmigration, and that they would only be triggered when the plot started. Now it seems that was indeed the case!
I was thinking that if I didn't have a cheat code, I would stay away from all the relevant plot points, honestly open a shop in Panjiayuan by relying on my foresight, or find a company to continue being a corporate slave, living a mediocre but safe life.
It seems that the system, though late, has finally arrived. The gears of fate are about to turn, and whether it brings fortune or misfortune, it is unavoidable.
He took a deep breath, looked at Fatty Wang, and his eyes hardened: "Fatty, I'll go with you!"
"You know what I'm going to do, Fatty, and you're coming with me? That's..." Fatty's eyes widened, instinctively wanting to refuse, but seeing Qin Yuan's unusually serious gaze, he swallowed the words "tomb raiding" that were on the tip of his tongue and changed his words, "...that's deep in the mountains and forests, dangerous! You're so delicate, why don't you just stay home and watch TV? If you don't want to open the door to customers, then close the door and go to sleep. Don't open the door to strangers, especially if they say they're my friend!"
Qin Yuan knew the fat man was worried about him, but he also knew that if he didn't go this time, he might really only be a bystander in the future, watching them step into the predetermined danger. He had to go, not only for the system, but also for the fat mother who had given him a year of peace.
"I don't care what you're going to do, you have to take me with you. I can cook, carry bags, be obedient and won't cause trouble, and I can keep you entertained! If you don't take me, I'll... I'll report you for stealing antiques!" Qin Yuan started to argue and threaten, half-jokingly and half-seriously.
Fatty Wang was so angry he rolled his eyes, but he couldn't resist Qin Yuan's persistent pestering. Plus, the threat of "reporting" was quite effective. Although he knew Qin Yuan was probably joking, he finally gave in, grumbling, "Fine, fine! I'll take you! You little burden! Don't blame me if you wet your pants later!"
With his objective achieved, Qin Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time tensed up again. The real adventure was about to begin.
That night, Qin Yuan lay on his bed in his small room, while the fat man's rhythmic snoring could be heard from next door. He closed his eyes, concentrated, and let his consciousness sink into the newly opened system space.