It seems that this cross-courtyard is for Zhao Shuang to live alone, and the standard of residential equipment is not low, but the houses are empty, too poor.

This courtyard is not Lord Zhao's own, it should be the back office of the county government, the family living area, and it is public housing.

There is no food, and no matter how good the courtyard is, it is useless for Zhao Shuang.

Walking along the bluestone path to the door, the courtyard door was hidden, and it was gently pulled, but it was not opened. This body was too delicate, Zhao Shuang added five more points of strength, and the courtyard door creaked open.

Not only is there not enough manpower, but this door is also old and ineffective.

Out of the door is an alley of the inner house, turn left, pass a larger yard, the courtyard door is empty, revealing a little light, it should be the main courtyard of the back house, it seems that the father Zhao Mo lives in this yard.

Zhao Shuang ran out in the dark not to see the cheap and handsome father, crossed the father's yard and continued to walk east, the east is also a cross-courtyard, here is Zhao Shuang's goal, because according to the design concept of the ancients, food is the sky, the east is the top, of course the kitchen should be located in the east, and this should be the kitchen of the back house.

The door is also hidden, and Zhao Shuang opens it as soon as he pushes it, and it is a small cross-courtyard.

Zhao Shuang walked straight into the courtyard and walked to the east wing, which was the kitchen.

After groping around the house, he found only half a jar of millet in a clay pot and half a jar of pickles pickled in a wine jar.

My father is really a model among honest officials, the head of a county, the poor drink millet porridge and eat pickles, and the amount is limited.

Zhao Shuang touched her stomach and smacked her mouth, and her brutal mouth finally gave in to reality and her stomach.

But then the problem came, this millet is raw, she has to cook it if she wants to eat it, she couldn't cook in her previous life, what about this life, with a different body, it shouldn't be like that again, right?

Zhao Shuang took advantage of the faint light outside to find a fire fold, and took a lot of effort to light the firewood, and the firewood illuminated the house.

Boil water, wash rice, count the bubbles in the pot to cook rice, increase or decrease firewood, master the heat, the rice fragrance gradually wafts, this bowl of rice porridge must be super delicious, but at this time Zhao Shuang is invisible, she judges the fragrance according to the color of the rice porridge, although there is no sense of smell and taste, fortunately, she still leaves her eyesight, and does not become color blind and amblyopia or something.

She Zhao Shuang is so content, can God forgive some of her death?

With the last firewood to light the half of the candle next to it, and uncover the lid of the pot, Zhao Shuang's eyes blinked, and the yellow millet porridge almost glowed.

If this rice porridge can be drunk, it means that she can finally cook by herself after changing her body, and this alone is worthy of her starvation, death, and crossing in those days.

Warmed a porcelain bowl with his hand, and waited until it was the most suitable temperature for millet porridge, Zhao Shuang used a wooden spoon to hold half a bowl, brought it to his face and sniffed it, it was so fragrant! Feeling, not smell.

It's really not something a three-legged cat chef can make, no, even a four-legged cat, a five-legged cat...... In her previous life, the best apprentice among her disciples had only made such a fragrant bowl of millet porridge after ten years of practice, using many better quality ingredients.

As soon as Master made a move, he knew if there was one! Really!

Zhao Shuang really praised herself, and just as she was about to open her mouth when a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind and she stopped.

Wait, wait, isn't this too reckless, too hasty, after all, life is precious, and it can't be used for experiments casually, not to mention that people like her, who have died once, if they don't cherish life, it will be troublesome to be assigned to a primitive society.

Zhao Shuang put down the bowl, walked out of the small courtyard, looked around, and couldn't see any living creatures, there was a living one in the main courtyard in the middle, but it was a cheap father, no matter how cheap it was, it couldn't be used for experiments, right?

She had no choice but to continue east along the inner alley, where there was a small door under the tall wall on the east side, and a deadbolt was attached to it.

Zhao Shuang gently pulled the bolt of the door, pulled the door, squeaked open, the street at dusk was quiet, occasionally pedestrians hurriedly walked by, there was a faint watchman in the distance, knocking on the bangzi, just knocked on the first watch, that is, more than seven o'clock in the evening.

If it is modern, the streets of the county at this time are lively, and the nightlife of the ancient people is really quiet.

Zhao Shuang opened a crack in the door and poked her head out to look around, looking for a target.

After a while, a black dog ran by, and Zhao Shuang hurriedly shouted, "Wangwang." ”

Wang Xingren stopped, turned back inexplicably, and Zhao Shuang beckoned to Wang Xingren.

Wang Xingren hesitated for a moment, then turned around and walked upside down in front of Zhao Shuang.

Don't ask Zhao Shuang, isn't he afraid of mad dogs? The critic has a pair of very poisonous eyes, the ingredients are a kind, she has instinct and acquired acumen, of course, dogs belong to the ingredients, this ingredient is not a mad dog.

Zhao Shuang opened the door with a larger crack and beckoned Wang Xingren to come in. Wang Xingren came in happily with his tail cocked. IQ is worrisome.

"Good girl, I have something delicious for you." Zhao Shuang whispered temptation.

Wang Xingren inexplicably beckoned to this inexplicable human and walked into the small cross courtyard.

Zhao Shuang walked into the kitchen, took out a bowl of excellent millet porridge, put it on the ground and said to Wang Xingdao: "I didn't lie to you, it's delicious, it's delicious!" ”

Wang Xingren, who was anxious with IQ, didn't pay attention to what Zhao Shuang said at all, as soon as he saw the food, he rushed up impatiently and stretched out his tongue to lick it.

Although Wang Xingren has an IQ and is in a hurry, but the sense of taste is not in a hurry, it can taste the taste very well, after eating the millet porridge, he began to lick the bowl, and the licking is cleaner than washing.

Before Zhao Shuang could drool, the guy finished eating.

Well, looking at Wang Xingren's energetic appearance, there is no problem with the millet porridge that Zhao Shuang boiled by herself, this is really a shocking good news, Zhao Shuang can't care about Wang Xingren anymore, and happily runs into the kitchen to scoop rice porridge and feed herself.

Bang –

There was a sudden muffled sound in the courtyard, and Zhao Shuang, who was holding the bowl, shook his hand, is this sound very familiar?

She walked towards the courtyard with trembling steps, and by the light of the sky, she vaguely saw Wang Xingren, who was still licking the bowl energetically just now, lying upright on the ground, with no legs bent!

This situation is too familiar, in order to eat, Zhao Shuang in the previous life has also made countless delicacies, of course, every ending is used to test the animals after eating what she made the occasional stiff body, crashing to the ground, the most common is another more explosive situation, forget it, don't mention it, it's all tears.

Therefore, after a lifetime, she has the best sense of taste, the most poisonous eyes, the most sensitive nose, the best knife skills, and the most perfect cooking skills, but she can only be a food critic, and she never dares to eat what she makes.

Looking at Wang Xingren on the ground, who was stiff and dead, Zhao Shuang seemed to see the accusation in Wang Xingren's eyes: There is still half a bowl in the pot, why don't you eat it all for me?

Zhao Shuang sighed, bent down and pulled Wang Xingren up, pulled him into the firewood room, covered it with firewood and grass, and waited for a few days, Wang Xingren's body was not so stiff, and he could eat dog meat, although the food made by Zhao Shuang could not be eaten, and he would stiffen and die if he ate it, but if the animal that ate the food she made was stiff and died, it was edible, and it tasted quite good, but it would take several days for the body to not be stiff.

So it's not bad, the dog ate her millet porridge and just stiffened and died, and there was no other normality, which is already a blessing in misfortune, at least you can eat dog meat in a few days.

Probably no one will come to the county office to look for dogs, right?

Throwing away the remaining half bowl of millet porridge, washing the pots and bowls, and suffocating his stomach, Zhao Shuang returned to his West Cross Courtyard in despair, and fell asleep to save energy.