His hands were very dirty because of chopping wood.

The gray-brown hand washing water splashed on the two bowls in the basin, and Morves stopped until he washed his hands all his hands.

I went to the cupboard, picked up a bowl, then paused for a while, and finally picked up the chopsticks and turned around and left.

He looked at the dish he said, and then started eating quickly.

When Yan'er finished tidying up the firewood, the dishes on the table were almost gone.

Seeing her, Moves also said, "Yan'er, the food you cook today is so delicious. Dad wants to eat more after eating."

Yan'er's expression froze for a moment, then she smiled and said, "Dad, you like it, I'll continue to do it for you next time."

Morves nodded and then continued to eat.

Yan'er turned around silently, and a hint of bitterness appeared on her face.

She hasn't eaten yet.

I originally wanted to wait for my father to come back and eat together, but unexpectedly, my father finished eating them all.

Thinking of this, Yan'er shook her head again. How could she blame her father? His father was tired for a day today, so it was normal for him to eat more. Moreover, she didn't say that she hadn't eaten yet. Her father might think that she, like her sisters, had eaten it.

Yan'er returned to the room and continued to repair the flowers.

However, the flowers embroidered today are obviously not as good as before.

It seems that there is sadness here.

After completing an embroidery work, Yan'er rubbed her stomach, then picked up a cup of water, poured two cups of roasted cold water and drank it.

She was still a little uncomfortable without eating, but fortunately there was still water here to fill her with hunger.

On the mountain and in the castle, the furniture fell on the ground in front of the rose porch.

Ansjian stood in front of them.

The slender fingers pinched the flower branches that were being stomped by this section.

His expression was not angry, but it made all the furniture understand that he was angry, and he was very angry.

Why?

Because the flowers in this rose gallery were planted by his mother and his most precious things.

But later, the witch used roses as the source of curse, and the roses in the castle stopped changing after that.

All year round, it maintains its most beautiful appearance, never withered or reborn.

He hated these roses that were destroyed by witches.

However, this does not mean that he allows others to move the roses here.

In the end, the furniture could not withstand the pressure and told the story.

Ansjian was still angry, and the man picked off his rose casually.

But knowing that he picked it off for his daughter who loved roses, his original anger subsided.

He thought of his queen and himself.

If the Queen Mother knew about this, would she choose to protect herself like him?

Ansjian thought.

He hasn't seen the Queen Mother for a long time.

Since becoming a beast.

The Queen Mother never seemed to have come to see him again.

He never thought of going out to find his mother.

But at this moment, he suddenly had the idea of ​​going out to see them.

After looking outside the castle, he was almost forgetting what the world outside looked like.

Ansjian covered the thoughts in his eyes and said, "Forget it, just pick it. It's not the original rose."

"Master, you..."

"I'll go back to my room first." Ansjian seemed unwilling to listen to their next words.

He thought, what they were going to talk about was probably what they were talking about.
Chapter completed!