Just as Zhang Wuji was about to ask, Zhou Zhiruo glared at him and glared back.
Zhou Zhiruo knew very well how unpalatable the things Zhu'er made were.
She could swallow such a disgusting thing without changing her expression. I'm afraid there really is something wrong with her sense of taste.
…
After dinner, Zhou Zhiruo took the lead in sending Zhang Wuji away. Before leaving, she gave him a reassuring look.
Zhang Wuji knew in his heart that Zhou Zhiruo would not do anything to Zhu'er, and it was time for the two of them to have a good talk.
After Zhang Wuji left, Zhou Zhiruo returned to Zhu'er.
Zhu'er asked with a smile: "Sister Zhou doesn't seem like a hospitable person, why did you keep me here?"
Zhou Zhiruo sat opposite her leisurely.
"Why did I keep you here? I just wanted to ask if there was something wrong with your sense of taste."
Zhu'er was shocked, "How did you know? The meals we had today were all taught to me by Han Zhao himself."
"There shouldn't be any problem."
Zhou Zhiruo smiled and said, "The most Miss Han can do is teach you how to prepare these ingredients. As for the heat and the amount of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, it will be difficult to master them in one go if you don't experience it yourself, even with someone watching."
Zhu'er said nervously: "Then Brother Wuji will know about it too. Damn it, I wouldn't have done this if I had known."
Zhou Zhiruo said: "Your brother Wuji is not a fool. After you ate the things you made without changing your expression, he already knew everything."
"The reason why he stayed calm and accompanied you to eat was because he felt sorry for you, and I did it to give you face."
"Today you called me Sister Zhou, so I will treat you as my younger sister."
"Can you tell me how you lost your sense of taste?"
Zhu'er was silent for a moment, then said: "Actually, my sense of taste disappeared many years ago."
"Do you still remember the day when we first met?"
"In order to hone my poison skills, I have tasted all the poisons in the world and nearly lost my life countless times."
"My sense of taste disappeared at that time. I thought that if I pretended that I could eat anything, I would never be discovered. Unexpectedly, I was discovered anyway."
"It's all Han Zhao's fault. Every time I finish making a dish, I let her taste it first, but she lies to me and says it's delicious."
"When I get the chance next time, I will definitely teach her a lesson."
Zhou Zhiruo quickly waved her hand and said, "Miss Han has done Zhang Wuji a favor. Even if you get the chance, you must not embarrass her."
"Maybe she did this just because she didn't want you to keep it a secret."
"And what I want to know is, is there any hope for your sense of taste?"
Zhu'er shook her head helplessly: "I don't know either. It's probably hopeless. However, I don't really care about these. It doesn't matter whether the food tastes good or not, as long as I can be full."
"I'm just worried that Brother Wuji will be sad about this."
Zhou Zhiruo smiled helplessly: "Your brother Wuji will definitely be sad, but how to comfort him is your own business."
…
At night, just as the sun was setting, Zhang Wuji came to Zhu'er's room.
Just like Zhou Zhiruo said, how could he not know, and how could he not be sad.
"When did this happen? Why didn't you tell me?" Zhang Wuji's face was filled with a little anger, but more of it was heartache.
Zhu'er said somewhat embarrassedly: "Brother Wuji, don't be like this, I actually don't care at all."
Looking at her indifferent expression, Zhang Wuji became even angrier.
But he didn't dare to really lose his temper with Zhu'er.
Zhang Wuji could only slowly persuade her to tell him what had happened.
Seeing that she could no longer hide the truth, Zhu'er repeated what she had said to Zhou Zhiruo before.
After hearing what happened, Zhang Wuji was silent for a moment.
"After all, there are two memories in his mind. In the other memory, there are many prescriptions for curing diseases and saving lives. But after thinking about it, Zhang Wuji could not find the prescription for curing Zhu'er's disease."
Zhang Wuji could only say to her in a regretful tone: "Zhu'er, don't worry, even if I have to find all the famous doctors in the world, I will definitely cure your illness."
Zhu'er quickly said: "Brother Wuji, I really don't care, I only care about you. Now, except that I have no sense of taste, I am no different from a normal person."
…
That night, Zhang Wuji just lay in bed, hugging Zhu'er tightly. Apart from that, he did nothing else because he felt sorry for this silly girl. He felt sorry for her. She never told him such a big thing.
That night, Zhu'er was a little worried. She was afraid that her own little thing would affect Zhang Wuji's mood.
After a long time, Zhu'er slowly said: "Brother Wuji, you are a man of great things, and as for me, except for losing my sense of taste, everything is normal."
"I don't want to see you feeling miserable. I can also see that you are so anxious to recruit soldiers. I'm afraid you are going to use them somewhere. My damn father and many people I know in the Ming Cult have disappeared together."
"I know, they must be going to carry out the task you assigned them."
"The most important thing right now is your business and the Ming Cult's business."
"Only when you are well can I get well, so you must put my illness aside and never let this matter affect you, otherwise, I will die of guilt."
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