In the early morning, wood cicada gets up very early. She cooks some dishes for xueyin.

"elder sister, morning --"

xueyin sat in front of the bronze mirror and heard the voice turn around: "your injury is not good, why not have a good rest!"

"I'm fine. I'm really fine. It's just skin injury. Look..." The wooden cicada put down the tray in his hand and waved his arms. "Not so delicate, sister, these are all your favorite foods. Taste them. I haven't cooked them for my sister for a long time. My hands are itchy!"

Xue Yin said with a smile, "it's really not easy for people to worry...