Zhao Moshen asked eagerly: "Brother Wang Xian, how is it, how is my family's Shuang'er's body?" ”

Doctor Wang checked Zhao Xueshuang's two wrists before saying, "Miss Shuang'er's body is just weak, and there is no major problem...... Well, please check Miss Frost's hair to see if there are any injuries or swollen bruises. ”

Originally, it was necessary for the maid to help check it, but Lord Zhao was so incorruptible that the family couldn't even afford a maid and a maid, if it weren't for this, Miss Shuang'er wouldn't have gone to the river to wash her clothes by herself, and she stumbled and fell.

In the absence of a female dependent, it is naturally more appropriate for his father to inspect Miss Frost's hair than an outsider.

Zhao Mo Shen leaned over to check Zhao Xueshuang's hair when he heard this, but Zhao Xueshuang, who had been closing his eyes and didn't want to take care of these ancients, turned his head away and dodged.

Zhao Mo, who stretched out his empty hand, was stunned for a moment and said, "Shuang'er, check for your father to see if there are any external injuries in your hair." "My daughter has never been so alienated from him before.

Zhao Xueshuang said coldly: "My head is not injured. ”

Doctor Wang said: "Since Miss Shuang'er thinks it's okay, then it's okay." During this time, Miss Shuang'er should pay attention to rest, do not overwork, but also replenish her body and eat more nutritious food. ”

Saying that, he quietly glanced at Zhao Moshen, this eight-grade sesame official acting magistrate Zhao Daren, originally had a meager salary, and he was a Qingtian lord with two sleeves and a clean breeze and loved the people like a son, and he usually used his meager money to help the poor villagers, so that he was so poor that he couldn't open the pot, and the entire back office, Zhao Moshen and Zhao Shuang's father and daughter, couldn't even afford to be called.

Miss Zhao Shuang took on all the housework at a young age, and she had to face the poverty of eating the last meal without the next meal.

"Okay, okay," Zhao Moshen agreed again and again, "But Shuang'er doesn't recognize me, and she doesn't seem to remember the past, Brother Wang Xian, can this be cured?" ”

Doctor Wang pondered for a while and said, "Miss Shuang'er has no head injury, and the brain damage should be caused by drowning and suffocation. Actually, I don't think amnesia is the most terrible, and now it seems that Miss Frost's intelligence has not decreased. ”

That is to say, fortunately in misfortune, Zhao Shuang did not become a fool.

Thinking about this, the sadness in Zhao Moshen's heart eased slightly.

Zhao Xueshuang, who looked at the two men beside the bed indifferently, was full of thoughts, could it be that the ancients were very good-looking?

The appearance of a cheap father in his thirties has been introduced, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a handsome batch.

The man next to him, known as Dr. Wang, was in his twenties, gentle and amiable, and a kind and trustworthy aura of a big brother next door came to his face.

The two handsome guys stood by the bed and were pleasing to the eye, but the old lady Zhao Xueshuang was never a member of the Appearance Association, she was the biggest leader of the Foodie Association, and she was handsome and couldn't be eaten!

So, she didn't have any good looks for the two.

Seeing off Dr. Wang, Zhao Moshen said to his daughter who looked at him with a strange face: "Shuang'er, you lie down and rest, and go and cook some corn porridge for your father." ”

The family was so poor that there was only one liter of corn left.

Lord Zhao personally cooked and made soup.

Zhao Xueshuang hugged the quilt and was speechless, is this the price of death?

If you commit suicide, can you go back to modern times? It seems that she can't, she will be punished for death, and it is difficult to say whether she will be put into a primitive society.

The crops of primitive societies have not yet been cultivated, and watermelons may still have thick skin, hard and astringent.

So, don't just die.

Zhao Xueshuang raised her hand to watch, this is a pair of thin white girl's palms, in addition to the hard calluses at the root of the fingers, it is still very beautiful, the fingers are slender, the fingers are like cutting onion roots, the nails are cut short, which is convenient for labor, this is a pair of beautiful hands.

After observing her hands, Zhao Xueshuang lifted the quilt again to observe the host's body, slender and flat-chested, which should be caused by long-term nutrition not keeping up.

face, Zhao Xueshuang looked around, didn't find a mirror in the room, so she reached out and touched her face, and the skin of her emaciated face was quite smooth.

Forget it, does it matter what you look like for a foodie?

It is said that the traverser often retains the memory of the original owner, and Zhao Xueshuang pondered hard, but did not find any memory of the original owner for a long time.

Could it be that the original owner drowned, resulting in damage to brain cells, and the memory of the original owner was destroyed, Zhao Xueshuang made up an excuse like this.

Half an hour later, Zhao Moshen walked in with a bowl of steaming millet porridge: "Shuang'er, come, drink porridge...... Ah, Frost, why are you sitting up...... Well, sit up and drink porridge, and lie down to rest after drinking. ”

Coo, Zhao Xueshuang didn't answer, but her unangry stomach answered first.

She took the opportunity to look at the bowl of millet porridge in Zhao Moshen's hand, the color was whitish, the quality of millet was not good, and the size of the rice grains was different, these were forgotten, the problem of quality was a problem of congenital cultivation, the key was that the cook's technique was really bad, some of the rice grains were blooming, some were shrinking, she hadn't seen such a bad millet porridge for many years!

But who can blame this, if you don't eat delicious delicacies, you starve yourself to death, and come here to eat this kind of dregs like millet porridge, but there is no way, if you don't eat it, you will die, and you will be punished to go to a more difficult era.

Zhao Xueshuang took the bowl, picked up the spoon, hungered, and snorted and drank.

After two mouthfuls, Zhao Xueshuang was stunned, why? Why didn't she feel the sweet or sour taste of rice, and her nose couldn't smell anything.

Hurriedly took another bite and chewed a few times in his mouth, Zhao Xueshuang, who was good at eating, determined one thing, he lost his sense of taste and smell!

This is a bolt from the blue for a foodie, no less than taking away the ten fingers of a pianist and the singing voice of a singer!

How so? Why is this happening? Is it also the cause of death? Or did the original owner have no sense of taste and smell himself?

Zhao Xueshuang had mixed feelings in her heart, but soon, the feeling of deliciousness in her soul gave this bowl of millet porridge a score: 0.0000000000...... 1 delicious value!

The countless zeros after the decimal point told her how unpalatable this bowl of millet porridge was, and more importantly, her Zhao Xueshuang's unique sensitivity to deliciousness did not disappear due to the loss of taste and smell.

As long as this deliciousness does not disappear, she can accumulate delicious value through continuous experience of deliciousness, and cultivate her sense of taste and smell from scratch, from dullness to sensitivity!

Zhao Moshen looked at the thin girl lovingly beside him, unaware that the girl's movements now were similar to the elegant and demure ladies before the drowning.

"Eat slowly, beware of the heat." Zhao Moshen reminded from time to time.

A bowl of millet porridge has already bottomed out, but Zhao Xueshuang feels that her stomach is just a bottom, think about it, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl, it is the time to grow her body, so she naturally eats more.