It Is Said That I Have Been Crushed By Dimensionality Reduction (Quick Travel) - Chapter 12
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The couple continued down the road, pushing their cart — which now seemed strangely weightless — both of them in a daze, as if still half-dreaming.
After some time had passed, Lin Cuiniang turned to look at her husband, her voice filled with disbelief.
“Tell me… this isn’t all just a dream, right?”
Zhao Ping’an looked equally stunned.
“I don’t know… Maybe pinch me. Let’s find out.”
Lin Cuiniang didn’t hesitate. She gave him a firm twist on the waist.
He gasped in pain, then broke into a wide-eyed grin.
“So it’s real… Our boy isn’t cursed, or some kind of monster. He’s meant for something bigger — to protect the world, fight evil. He’s a child chosen by fate!”
In stories and legends, anyone with that kind of destiny would become a general, or even an emperor — if not, they’d at least have temples built in their name!
They weren’t expecting their child to rule the world, of course. But dreaming that he might become a great general didn’t seem so far-fetched anymore.
Lin Cuiniang’s eyes lit up.
“Brother Yuan’s so powerful — perfect general material! Who could survive a blow from him?”
The more they talked about it, the more it made sense.
Their excitement slowly turned emotional. Both their eyes turned red.
All this time, their son had suffered so much — mocked, hated, called a cursed child. And yet, he had this incredible purpose waiting for him.
It was a relief.
They no longer had to live in fear of Taoist priests or wandering monks trying to drag Brother Yuan away.
But… something still nagged at them.
That Monster King — wasn’t he technically a demon, too? If Brother Yuan’s purpose was to destroy monsters… then why was he friends with one?
After a bit of thought, they realized: maybe monsters were like people — some good, some evil.
The Monster King must be one of the good ones. That’s why he helped Brother Yuan instead of harming him.
That idea finally eased the last bit of worry from their hearts. They were practically glowing with joy now.
By the time they arrived in town, their cheerful mood didn’t seem strange at all to anyone who passed by.
After all, they were hauling a massive wild boar on their cart — neatly butchered, cleaned, and ready to sell.
Just that alone could fetch a good price.
Anyone would be smiling ear to ear.
One of the town’s top restaurants was the first to notice. A steward and waiter came rushing over, eyes widening.
“You two are lucky! Where’d you get two boars that size?”
No one suspected theft.
After all, if a real hunter had caught them, how could this simple couple manage to steal it from them?
One woman nearby explained,
“The couple didn’t hunt it themselves — they’re just here to sell it.”
The people around nodded.
“In that case, give me a pound! I’ve never had real wild pork before.”
The meat might be tougher, but the flavor and nutrition made it a favorite, especially for families with elderly folks, kids, or expecting mothers.
The restaurant steward immediately stepped in.
“This entire pig — we’re buying it for the restaurant. If there’s more, we’ll take that too.”
Hearing that, others in the crowd got anxious — clearly, this was high-quality meat.
Lin Cuiniang was more than happy to sell the whole pig in one go. It saved time, and it also gave her a chance to build a relationship with the restaurant.
While Zhao Ping’an weighed and portioned the meat, she pulled the steward aside and negotiated the price. Both parties walked away satisfied.
Then she leaned in and quietly added:
“We’ll deliver the rest to your restaurant soon… and there’s something else we’d like to speak to the owner about.”
Normally, the restaurant owner wouldn’t have bothered meeting everyday folks. But someone who could consistently bring in rare, high-quality game? That was worth paying attention to.
Especially if they could help the restaurant build exclusive dishes and attract more customers.
So the steward nodded with a smile.
“As it happens, the owner’s in today, reviewing the accounts. I’ll go let him know.”
Relieved, Lin Cuiniang felt like things were finally going their way.
The town had a lot of people, but not all could afford such expensive meat. Before long, about half the boar remained unsold.
So the steward spoke again:
“We’ll take the rest. Come with me — I’ll show you the way.”
The couple was eager to wrap things up early so they could return home to Brother Yuan. The longer they stayed out, the more risk they ran into bandits or troublemakers.
When they arrived at the back of the restaurant, the steward was the first to approach the cart. His eyes lit up as he examined the wild boar.
“What a beast… This must’ve been a top predator. Even wolves wouldn’t have dared mess with it.”
Clearly, whoever brought this down was no ordinary hunter.
He looked over the couple once more and quickly concluded — there’s no way they killed it themselves.
The steward introduced them to the owner, a man named Sun. He had a calm, polite air about him, but there was a spark of excitement in his eyes.
“Might I ask who the hunter is? Could you introduce us?”
Though wealthy and respected, he had a lifelong love for stories of warriors and mountain heroes — and even considered hiring one as a personal guard.
The couple went quiet.
Their child… was five years old and could barely outrun a goose.
The idea of introducing him as some mountain warrior made them feel strangely embarrassed.
Lin Cuiniang smiled awkwardly.
“The hunter… prefers to stay out of sight. That’s why we’re selling the meat for him.”
Sun looked a little disappointed.
“That’s a shame. But if there’s more game in the future, please bring it here. And if the hunter changes his mind, I’d be happy to offer him a guard position — with excellent pay.”
Zhao Ping’an nodded.
“We’ll keep that in mind.”
The restaurant owner was gracious, even ordering his steward to pack up some of the restaurant’s best snacks for the couple.
“It’s not easy, hauling all that meat. Here — take this for the road.”
They tried to decline politely, but eventually accepted with thanks.
Then Lin Cuiniang gently brought up another topic.
“Manager Sun, would it be possible to use your kitchen for a bit? The hunter also asked us to sell a few of his recipes.”
Sun’s interest perked up immediately.
“Of course! If they taste good, I’d gladly buy the rights at a good price.”
Honesty and fairness were the foundations of his business. The steward got the kitchen ready, sent the cooks away, and gave the couple space.
Now alone, Lin Cuiniang got to work.
When the sauerkraut fish started simmering, its sour, spicy aroma quickly filled the kitchen — and soon drifted into the dining hall.
People began sniffing the air, their eyes lighting up.
“Hey! What’s that smell? Is that a new dish?”
Waiters had no answers, only their own grumbling stomachs.
“Sorry, sir. That dish isn’t for sale just yet. But we’ll let you know when it’s available!”
“Then why are you cooking it back there?” one guest grumbled.
“You’re just teasing us!”
The steward rushed to calm the crowd, offering small dishes to each table and promising they’d be the first to try the new dish once it launched.
Then he ran to tell the owner.
“Everyone’s going crazy over the smell!”
Sun’s eyes gleamed with excitement.
“That hunter… really is full of surprises. We need to buy these recipes — all of them.”
He could already imagine the customer rush and publicity these dishes would bring.
Thinking quickly, he began drafting two options for the couple:
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A buyout — 2,000 silver taels for the recipe rights, with no resale to other restaurants. However, the couple could still cook the dishes on their own at a food stall, as long as they advertised the restaurant name.
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A profit-sharing plan — no upfront payment, but the couple would earn 10% of all sales from these dishes, calculated quarterly.
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While considering his offer, he continued sampling each dish — each one more flavorful than the last.
He was hooked.
Even the restaurant’s head chef, watching nearby, had stars in his eyes. These recipes were fresh, bold, and irresistible. He made a silent vow right then: he’d stay here and learn every single one.
Inside the kitchen, Lin Cuiniang and Zhao Ping’an were working nonstop — cooking dish after dish, while outside, the scent of their food had the entire restaurant on edge.
Everyone wanted a taste.
And for the first time, the couple had the feeling that something truly extraordinary had just begun.