Nongmen's Skillful Cook

"Daughter! Wake up quickly, daughter? Please wake up, please, don't let mother worry." A peasant woman about forty years old was sitting by the bed, holding her daughter's hand and crying with tears in her eyes. At this time, a dark-skinned farmer in his forties pushed the door in, looked at his daughter on the bed and asked, "Is my daughter feeling better?" The peasant woman's voice was choked, and she looked at the man with reproachful eyes: "Her father, you want Nuan Nuan to die!" "Don't cry, I don't want to either, but if she doesn't marry, how can Yaoer get a wife?"