The heart of a loving mother

Liu Ningning's heart ached as she listened to her mother's mumbling.

She knew that her mother was doing her best to think for her.

In fact, she didn't want her mother to worry at all, and she didn't want her mother to suffer even the slightest bit of grievance.

"Mom, you can keep it. You can eat with dad, second sister, and eldest brother at home. You're usually busy on the mountain and don't have time to make dry food. These are enough for you to eat for a long time."

"Don't take it out. Mom made it for you. These are pancakes. I made them myself. I put peanuts and brown sugar in them. They're not hard and can hold. These are herbal tea eggs. You can eat them again tomorrow morning ..."

Liu Ningning could feel her mother's love for her, but she really didn't want to bring the herbal tea eggs.

It would break if it was squeezed, and it would break easily.