Seeing Da Ya's shocked expression, Li Chang'an teased her playfully, making Da Ya blush with embarrassment.

Da Ya was too embarrassed to speak, while Li Chang'an stirred the jar while checking his backpack.

I just took so much rice, and the amount of rice in my backpack is still 99+. It seems that the unlimited resources described in the mod are really true.

Then the AK47 equipped on your character interface should also have unlimited ammo.

That way he wouldn't have to worry about ammunition.

As long as this Ming Dynasty is not a cultivation world or a high-martial arts world.

I should have no problem surviving. At least as long as I'm careful, nothing can threaten me.

If you play it safe in the early stages and do more hidden quests later, you can survive a few more days and the resources you can obtain are unbelievable.

In the later stages, hehe, you can do whatever you want.

Just as Li Chang'an was lost in thought...

The rice in the jar is cooked, probably because too much water was added; the two portions of rice have turned into a thick porridge.

The aroma of rice wafted through the thatched hut.

Er Ya, lying on the hay, was attracted by the aroma.

She groggily opened her eyes and saw a tall man in the hut, with her sister sitting beside him.

In front of the man was the rice cooker, filled with bubbling white porridge.

Seeing that the porridge was about to overflow, my sister hurriedly took the pot off with her hands, her palms turning bright red from the heat.

The tall man held the older sister's hand, muttering something as if he were scolding her.

Hmm~

Er Ya grinned as she looked at the jar full of white porridge.

I'm so hungry, I dream about eating all the time.

Smack her lips, Er Ya lay down on the hay and fell asleep again.

How could that be? We can't even afford plain porridge at home.

You must be dreaming.

Seeing Er Ya get up and then lie back down, Daya reached out and nudged her, saying, "Er Ya, get up and eat."

"Hmm~"

Er Ya lay on the hay, speaking in a childish voice, her eyes half-closed.

"Sister, don't wake me up. I just dreamt that I was eating a whole pot of plain porridge. Can you wait until I finish eating before you wake me up?"

Er Ya smelled the aroma of the food, smacked her lips, and a string of saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth.

Seeing how much she wanted to eat, Daya covered her mouth and smiled, then reached out and picked Erya up.

"It's not a dream, get up and see for yourself."

Er Ya rubbed her eyes and opened them again.

The scene before me was exactly the same as in my dream.

A tall man, and bubbling white porridge.

Even her sister's hands, which were scalded red, looked exactly the same.

Ah~

"Who are you, and why are you in my house?"

Er Ya looked at Li Chang'an, her little head filled with questions about this man she had never seen before.

Before Li Chang'an could speak, Da Ya answered for him.

"He is your sister's husband, and he will be your brother-in-law from now on."

"Oh, brother-in-law? What brother-in-law? Sister, are you getting married?"

Er Ya looked at her sister with a panicked expression. In her memory, getting married meant leaving home and living with her husband's family.

My sister got married, and I haven't seen her since.

Thinking of this, Er Ya hugged her sister tightly.

She burst into tears.

"Waaah, I don't want you to get married, I don't want to drink porridge, sister, please don't abandon me, okay? Parents are gone, grandpa and grandma are gone, I only have you left, please don't go."

Er Ya cried so hard that she woke up Xiao Ya.

The little girl didn't know what was happening; she only knew that someone was crying.

She started crying too.

The crying of the two children, one big and one small, gave Li Chang'an a headache.

Seeing Daya's helplessness, he said, "You go and comfort the little one, I'll explain to the big one."

The older ones can at least talk, while the younger ones can only cry.

Li Chang'an walked up to Er Ya and patted her head.

The hair was dry and yellow, and it didn't feel very nice to the touch.

"Silly child, when did I say I was going to take your sister away?"

Er Ya wiped away her tears and choked out, "Didn't you offer me plain porridge in exchange for my sister marrying you?"

Upon hearing her answer, Li Chang'an couldn't help but marvel at how imaginative children are.

"I didn't say I wanted to exchange your sister for plain porridge. I married your sister because she saved my life."

Your sister can't take care of both of you by herself, so she hopes to marry me and then live with you both.

"Oh, aren't you taking my sister with you?"

“Where am I supposed to take your sister? I don’t own a house. Your place may be a bit small, but at least we can live there.”

"Then, that porridge..."

"The porridge is mine. Consider it my treat for your sister on our first wedding day."

Daya held her younger sister and watched Li Chang'an comforting her second sister, feeling a pang of sadness in her heart.

Whether it was when Li Chang'an saw that he was injured and scolded him.

Even now, when I see my second sister crying, I take the initiative to comfort her and cheer her up.

All of this gave Da Ya a feeling, as if she had returned to the time when her family was all around her.

Children are relatively easy to coax.

Before long, Er Ya sat down in front of the fire with a happy face, waiting for her sister to distribute the porridge.

Li Chang'an, however, was stiff as a board holding the little girl.

The little girl, only a few months old, looks tiny; her head isn't even as big as his palm.

Li Chang'an was afraid that he might accidentally hurt the little girl.

So I held the little girl and dared not move.

Xiao Ya wasn't shy at all, or rather, neither of the two sisters were shy.

Although Er Ya was drinking porridge, she kept stealing glances at Li Chang'an. When she was caught, she wasn't shy at all and just looked at him with a grin.

Little Ya didn't know what shyness was at all, and stretched out her two little hands to grab Li Chang'an's hair.

Perhaps it was too short, because the little girl couldn't reach his hair, so she pouted and looked at him with teary eyes.

He looked so pitiful and wronged.

Li Chang'an couldn't do anything with her; he couldn't exactly reason with her.

He could only lower his head and offer it to her.