Chapter 7: Weak and helpless

The height is okay, with the height of this full-length mirror as a reference, the height is about the same as her previous life, one meter six, three, six and four, but she is skinny, completely a skeleton with a layer of skin on the outside, no chest and no ass, obviously only fourteen years old, but because her cheeks are not supported by fat and her skin is wrinkled, she looks like a wrinkled little old lady with a wrinkled face, her face is pale and the corners of her mouth are ulcerated, coupled with a thick neck, it is so ugly that even she doesn't want to look at it twice, The only thing that makes her feel better is that this malnourished body can still have this height, which means that the genes are good, and then she just needs to eat and drink well, cure the big neck disease, and maybe she can rush to the height again.

pursed her lips, Qi Ke took out the scale again, stood up, and after seeing the value clearly, his eyes were black, weighing less than seventy pounds, more than sixty-eight pounds, with her height, the weight must be over 100 pounds to be normal, now there is a gap of more than 30 pounds, this physical fitness is not even menstrual affairs, in memory the original owner had menarche, a day later there was no blood, and then it didn't come again, it is likely that the weight is too low and causes amenorrhea.

Qi Ke rubbed his face heavily, his mood was a little irritable, yes, this start is ruthless enough, what can he do with this physical fitness, the tractor can't hold it, the previous fight with the servant woman was already extraordinary, did he almost faint after watching her fight, thanks to his strong will, otherwise if he was caught by this unscrupulous Qi family, he would definitely die again.

I took a few deep breaths again to calm down my emotions, the matter has come to this, it's useless to feel unhappy, on the bright side, at least she's still alive, isn't it? It's just a different time and space to live, she has space in her hands, no matter how bad the current situation is, how can it hurt her in the slightest?

Thinking like this, Qi Ke finally calmed down, put the scales, opened the drawer and put on the underwear, thin like this, the underwear was loose, hanging on the hip bone, swinging and swinging, fortunately, the elastic belt force did not slide down, and the upper body was even more flat as if it had not developed, and the sternum seemed to be deformed, a typical calcium deficiency symptom.

After barely putting on a set of underwear, Qi Ke was habitually about to open another drawer to take out the coat when his hand paused, remembering that the clothes she should have worn were still thrown on the living room floor on the first floor.

Qi Kejiao pulled her slippers downstairs and went to the sofa to pick up the clothes all over the floor, just these few times bending over and bowing her head, she felt dizzy and her eyes were black, and she was paralyzed for a while after throwing all the clothes on the sofa.

But paralysis is not idle, Qi Ke's mind is full of how to recuperate this body, and in the situation that the digestive system is about to strike, you have to be careful about what you eat.

After thinking about it in her heart for a while, Qi Ke didn't care about her clothes, she got up from the sofa in her underwear, swayed into the utility room next to the kitchen, took out the bread machine and put it on the wide dining table, and then walked around to take flour, butter, eggs and other raw materials used to make bread, and turned on the machine to continue to make a new pot of pillow bread.

She thought clearly, this body can only eat small and frequent meals now, and there are more foods that can be imported at any time, and the bread is not afraid of spoiling, cut into toast slices, and take a slice in her mouth from time to time to save trouble.

Because long-term hunger leads to long-term low blood sugar, long-term hypoglycemia is not a good thing, low blood sugar not only kills, but also seriously damages memory, Qi Ke while operating the bread machine, while chanting words in his mouth to get what else to do after finishing this, he is afraid that he will forget what to do when he turns his head.