After I traveled through the book, I spoiled the anorexic prince

Gu Qinghe wiped away the warm water stains from the corners of his eyes and looked away.

Perhaps Liu Bai is the only person in the world who knows her painful struggle that night, and perhaps no one will remember Gu Qinghe, whose nickname is Qingqing.

The pain had been buried for five years, and she might be missing her parents in her previous life.

Be it hatred or resentment, it can never defeat the thoughts in one's heart.

Wei Yanshi gently took out the red apple that he had hidden in his arms for several days: "Qinghe, I'm returning this to you. I..." and was about to leave.

After chewing on the last few words for a long time, Gu Qinghe raised his eyes to look at him and finished his words in a muffled voice: "Liu Bai, are you going back to Yandu?"

When he came, he was wearing a red robe and left with a red apple. Today he came back with a red apple. From this return, we can imagine that he is leaving.

Wei Yanshi hummed lightly: "Let's go to Huaicheng first, and then return to the capital."

Gu Qinghe reached out to take it and said nothing more after that.

One of them was half squatting with drooping eyes and an unclear expression.

One of them sat on the bed with his head slightly tilted, not looking at the other.

If Gu Qinghe knew that this was the last time she would face him peacefully, she would definitely look at him a few more times before leaving.

It's a pity that there is no if in the world.

When we met again, everything had changed.

Gu Qinghe didn't know what Aunt Gu outside the house said to Xie Fuyi. After she left the Wei Yan with her two men, she left the bedroom.

The main room outside the bedroom was deserted. Only Xie Lan, who stayed to teach her martial arts, was left. He was not there.

Xie Lan was the one teaching Xie Fuyi during the two days she went to Huaicheng. It can be said that Xie Fuyi's master was just a figurehead, as the teaching had encountered many twists and turns before it even started.

After everyone left, the front of the Gu family's house became empty, with only a carriage parked there alone. It was no longer as lively and crowded as before.

Gu Qinghe took a look and then looked away.

[Check the target person's energy bar for the host: 90%; temporary appetite: 80%; injury: 25%; host's total health: eight days; current health color: orange; danger level: four stars. ]

The bound 001 dry rice system spontaneously checked for her. Gu Qinghe was silent for a moment and said, "I didn't see him injured."

001: [The target person's arm was injured. ]

This time the silence lasted longer, and she turned back to the room: "Can you check Xie Fuyi's injuries?"

As if to change the subject, she silently brought up the person.

001 said without any emotion: [No.]

They also have a degree of loyalty, and will only follow the target person.

Gu Qinghe chatted with the robot casually: "I don't need to find medicine for the target person?"

001 said with a correct attitude: [The target person now has the ability to heal himself, so the host does not need to take action. ]

Gu Qinghe: "His temporary increase or decrease in appetite doesn't seem to have any effect on me."

001 said seriously: [Because the real data is unknown, it cannot affect the host. ]

Gu Qinghe hit the nail on the head: "Then my health points will never increase during the time I've been protected by him?"

001 paused for a moment, then asked: [Does the host want him to recover his memory? ]

The dazed and well-behaved look of Liubai flashed through my mind, and then the day when I half-recovered my memory and heard Liubai's clear and unrestrained laughter appeared again.

Gu Qinghe had never seen him in full memory state, so she couldn't give an answer.

She then asked, "Does he want to recover? Or does he know that he has anorexia?"

001 cannot give an answer. It can only detect the target person's rigid data but cannot sense the other person's thoughts.

Gu Qinghe's two questions fell on deaf ears.

She was not discouraged. Her bad mood only lasted for one night. The next day, she was a full-of-energy Minion again, wearing a goose yellow dress and doing horse stance in the yard, with a few dwarfs following her.

The practice of any Kung Fu cannot be separated from this first step.

She was so exhausted by the half-hour carriage ride every day that she almost wanted to lie down on the ground. Chang'an and Xier chattered around her, and the smiles on their faces were as bright as the summer sun.

She believed that martial arts training should start from children at a young age. After asking for their opinions, there was a row of children doing horse stance in the Gu family compound.

Changan and Xier no longer smiled, and accompanied her miserably. Even though their legs were shaking with exhaustion every day, they never said a word about not wanting to practice.

Among Xiaoqi and the others, the most patient one is actually the youngest one, Cao'er. Every day, he sits in horse stance with a determined look in his eyes, as if he wants to fight with others.

Chang'an was infected by him, and the two of them would get together from time to time to chat and practice martial arts. They spent more time on this than Gu Qinghe, and then the two children gloriously took the first step in practicing the basic skills of martial arts.

Three or five days passed in a flash. It was a rare day that Gu Qinghe did not go to the town to supervise the work. She borrowed a stone mill from Aunt Wang's house next door and prepared to grind beans for food.

It would take about a week for the Rice Ball Restaurant to be completed, but she only had three days left to live, so she planned to sell this dish and many recipes to Jing Se to gain a long-term source of income for the Gu family.

After soaking the soybeans overnight, the grains became much larger. Xie Lan brought the stone mill back from her neighbor's house. It was very heavy, and her hands were shaking slightly after moving it.

Seeing this, Gu Qinghe asked her to take a rest and go to the stove to light the fire, and took the heavy task of grinding the beans on himself.

In her previous life, she lived in a small mountain village for half a month, learning the process of making tofu and recording it online.

The family was honest and simple-minded. When they saw her coming to ask for advice, they happily taught her step by step how to do it. Until she completed her apprenticeship and handed them a thousand yuan, they refused to accept it and kept saying that they would come again next time.

Before leaving, she quietly placed the money on their bedside table, and later recalled this project countless times.

Now that we have come to another world, without a skilled craftsman who is proficient in this project, it is still difficult to get started.

Just like the bean grinding process, the elderly people in the backward village cannot afford to buy machines for grinding beans, so they have to do the whole process manually. Even for them who have been doing it for years, it is still a bit strenuous, not to mention Gu Qinghe, a semi-novice.

Xiao Qi took a ladle and put beans and water on the side. When the beans piled up into a mountain, she pushed the graphite around with a red face.

Xiao Qi put down the ladle and wanted to help her, but she refused.

Gu Qinghe pushed the bucket several times until it was covered with a thin layer, then gave up his position with honor.

Xiao Qi took over and after a long time of effort, he ground the beans into pulp and let it flow into the bucket.

The two of them would take turns once in a while, while the other kids would stand on stools and place beans and water on the sidelines, shouting and cheering.

Seeing that half an hour had passed and the soy milk residue in the bucket was less than one-third, Gu Qinghe looked at Xiao Qi who was exhausted and stopped his still struggling hands: "Take a break, I'll go see if I can find an uncle to help."

Xiao Qi held his last breath and pushed the whole circle before stopping.

The two of them rubbed their sore hands at the same time. Gu Qinghe had known that grinding beans was a difficult task, but she didn't expect it to be so difficult. It seemed that the two old people in her previous life were reluctant to let her do the heavy work and just let her push for a while despite the strenuous effort.

She rolled up her sleeves and pounded her hands, wondering where to find a villager who had not gone out to the fields to help in broad daylight, when a man jumped down from the roof.