Seeing that his daughter drank all the millet porridge she made, Zhao Moshen couldn't help but reach out lovingly to touch the top of her daughter's head: "Shuang'er is ......"

Zhao Xueshuang turned her head to the side, dodged Zhao Moshen's touch, and said with a disgusted expression: "Don't always call me Shuang'er, don't I have a name?" "The most annoying nickname, greasy, goosebumps all over my body, who can have a capable pet girl father like Huang Rong? .

Zhao Moshen's outstretched hand stagnated, the former daughter, gentle and virtuous, knows etiquette the most, although she follows herself, an eight-grade sesame petty official, but she is knowledgeable and reasonable, and her gestures are not inferior to the famous ladies in the capital, and now the girl not only has all the etiquette thrown away, but her personality seems to have become rude, which is all his fault.

Zhao Mo sighed: "Of course my son has a name, and the name of the boudoir is frost, since Shuang'er is unwilling to call Shuang'er for his father, is it okay to call him Shuangshuang for his father?" ”

Zhao Xueshuang blurted out: "Single word frost? Isn't my name Zhao Xueshuang? To make matters worse, no one likes it. "When she was born, because she was a girl, her mother didn't like it very much, just that day the frost fell, the world was frosty, and there were small snowflakes, and the Zhao family gave birth to a daughter, which was really worse.

These are all things she later heard from the seventh aunt and eight aunts, but the actual situation is that before she can remember, her parents died in a car accident, and she doesn't remember how much her mother didn't like her when she was alive.

After speaking, Zhao Xueshuang realized that he had a preconceived idea that modern people would wear the same name to people when they traveled to ancient times, especially after hearing Zhao Moshen call Shuang'er, in fact, it was because the author was lazy that he made modern and ancient names the same.

Having said that, whether it is Shuang'er or Shuangshuang, it is a pampered nickname that gives people goosebumps, and she Zhao Xueshuang has lived for more than forty years and has never been pampered.

After becoming a well-known food critic, she was scolded by people behind her back for the old woman and the old witch, although on the surface those people were respectful to her, she knew that behind all the respect was driven by interests, if it weren't for interests, those people would not be too lazy to deal with her.

"Don't, Shuangshuang is also ugly, you can call me Zhao Shuang in the future." Zhao Xueshuang said in a cold tone.

Zhao Moshen was choked for a moment, how could any relatives call him a big name, but considering that his daughter had just woken up and had forgotten what had happened before, everything was based on taking care of his daughter's emotions: "Okay, my son is weak, it's not early, go to bed early, and cook millet porridge for you for your father tomorrow morning." ”

As soon as she heard that he was going to boil millet porridge, the corners of Zhao Shuang's mouth twitched, she didn't want to drink it a second time with such an unpalatable and low taste of millet porridge.

According to her Zhao Xueshuang's unique food rating scale, the score of that millet porridge is no more than 0.000...... One, after drinking it, in addition to solving the problem of hunger, the delicious bonus is almost not felt, let alone the evolution of the five senses.

It's really too much to think about, such a cheap father, it's good not to starve to death. In the previous life, he was an orphan, and he relied on himself to eat and drink, although he had a cheap father in this life, he seemed to have to rely on himself.

After Zhao Moshen left, Zhao Shuang couldn't lie down, and felt that his body was going to grow hair when he lay down again.

In her previous life, she had been lying down for days in order to conserve energy and wait for more delicious food to appear.

Coming here, this Zhao Shuang girl, who was weak after drowning, also lay down all night and a day, not to mention that this body is a young girl's, even her soul of a forty-year-old woman can't lie down.

Zhao Shuang put on her shoes, stood up, and shook her body, she was really weak, she only drank millet porridge every day, and it was strange that her body was not empty.

She stood on the edge of the bed and did a simple exercise preparation exercise to refresh her body.

sighed in my heart, this girl's body is really weak, and she feels like her eyes are shining with gold stars when she moves a little, and she has severe hypoglycemia.

But the victory is still young, everything can start from scratch, Zhao Shuang believes that under the accumulation of deliciousness, it won't take too long for her to have the body at the peak of her previous life, after all, she has lived once, and many detours have been omitted.

The furnishings of the bedroom are very simple, just a bed, a chair, a cabinet, a table, a washbasin stand, and a rough enamel basin is placed on the basin shelf.

The furniture looks like old goods, and the style is very simple, without elaborate and repeated patterns, which may be worth a little bit in modern times, but in ancient times, this was synonymous with poverty.

Zhao Shuang walked out of the bedroom, the outside room was still thin, a table, two chairs, there was a pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, and a bookshelf behind it, and there were a lot of books on the shelf.

On the inferior paper spread out on the table is a neat page of Juanxiu Xiaoka, which is now the level of a calligrapher.

It seems that the original owner is not only a little expert who loves housework, but also a scholar. The ladies who can really go up to the hall and the kitchen.

Zhao Shuang walked to the desk and picked up the pen, well, forget it, as a critic, don't try to practice this kind of thing casually, moving her mouth is what she should do.

The main reason is that the words are too ugly, and I am embarrassed to see people.

Zhao Shuang sat down on the chair behind the desk, put the brush down, and casually opened the drawer of the table.

There was a copper mirror in the drawer, Zhao Shuang picked up the copper mirror and took a look at it, and saw a vague thin face.

It's so backward, I don't even have a clear mirror.

Staring at this blurry mirror, she almost hooked out Zhao Shuang's obsessive-compulsive disorder, and she would plan to direct the artificial glass of this era to make mercury mirrors.

But she has always been a very rational person, and soon reason overcomes impulse, a foodie, so what do you do with ideals?

Under the bronze mirror, there are a few pieces of rouge paper neatly placed, the kind of rouge that ancient women used to wear lipstick.

is so poor that he can only drink rice porridge, and he still has the heart to dress up! It seems that the top students are not exempt from vulgarity.

Putting down the bronze mirror and closing the drawer, Zhao Shuang lost interest in checking the original owner's belongings and walked out of the room.

When it gets dark, the yard is dark, and the autumn wind is rustling, and the leaves of the pomegranate trees in the courtyard fall from time to time.

I was already poor, and I had to face a harsh winter, which was really difficult.

Zhao Shuang was not interested in learning about the map of this world, she came out to find food. How can a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl with a long body survive a long night by eating a bowl of millet porridge?

This is a courtyard house, Zhao Shuang lives in the main house, and it is also equipped with east and west wings, but there are no lights inside, it is dark, and it is a classical building, and it has the sense of déjà vu of a thriller ghost movie.

What's the best thing about foodies? If you don't have enough guts, how can you be called a foodie.

Zhao Shuang sniffed, but didn't smell the food, well, her body has no sense of smell, I don't know if it was caused by her death, or if the original owner was originally a person without a sense of smell.