Yan'er was leaning against the stove, supporting her head little by little, and seemed to be about to fall asleep soon.

There was still a pot of porridge cooking on the stove.

Morves looked outside the door for a long time, and his eyes flashed with entanglement again.

Yan'er nodded again, then woke up and rubbed her eyes and wanted to stir the porridge, but because of her trance, she accidentally touched the side of the pot that was still hot.

She let out a soft cry, and she woke up instantly. She then rubbed herself and finally continued to stir.

Moves looked at this scene and finally made up his mind.

He walked to Yan'er and said, "Yan'er, why are you getting up so early?"

"Dad, I, I just want to make more food for you. You have worked so hard." Yan'er said, but she still couldn't tell the real reason.

Morves touched her head and said, "Silly kid, this is what dad should do. You should go back to the room first. Just have dad here."

"But……"

"Yan'er, you keep saying your father, right?" Moves said in a rare and serious manner. Yan'er didn't hold on for a moment.

He looked back at his father's back who was making porridge and walked out.

Perhaps it was because her father spoke, Yan'er returned to the bed and slept very well, and she didn't get up until the sun was over.

The porridge in the kitchen moved a little.

It should be only Morves who has eaten it.

Haven't the sisters got up yet?

Not having breakfast is not good.

Yan'er thought, and went to the room of her two sisters to get up.

The door was not closed. Yan'er was about to knock on the door, but she heard the sound of her sister and her father inside.

My father actually wanted to go up the mountain ahead of time.

He didn't want her to feel that she had implicated her, so he wanted to leave early to atone for his sins.

He said he knew she wanted to go to the castle instead of him, but she was his favorite daughter, so how could she bear it?

He said he had bought the pills and placed them at the top of the cabinet.

He told his sisters not to eat Yan'er's favorite bowl of dishes later, and he would put the medicine in it.

He said that his best decision was to make the sisters not be sad or angry with her, and said that they would take good care of her sister.

Yan'er's cheeks were filled with tears, and she covered her mouth and prevented herself from crying.

While Morves comforted her sisters, she quietly came to the kitchen.

Find what my father said.

Yan'er's eyes were full of complexity.

She held the pill in her hand and changed the pill to flour.

But the real Miyan was mixed with some flour by her.

Add water and mix the noodles, and then add the pickles she made before to make pickles pancakes.

She knew that this was her father's favorite and her sisters also liked it.

She didn't tell anyone, and silently made these things and put them in the cabinet.

When she returned to the room, she looked at the not-so-large room, and Yan'er's face was filled with a warm smile.

Putting the prepared things together, Yan'er walked around the village again, as if she wanted to keep everything in her mind.

Have lunch together.

Na'er and Qi'er looked at her very badly.

They wanted to say something, but when they were about to speak, their father would glar at them and not allow them to say it out.

In the afternoon, Yan'er took out the plate of pickled vegetables and pancakes and placed them on the table.

Morves and Naerqier really ate it.

Especially Moves, he also said that today's sesame cakes seemed particularly delicious.
Chapter completed!