Come on Daddy!

"We have these foods," Wilfred said with a smile. "Thank you for your kindness. But take it back to your mother, lest your mother should say you gave it to outsiders than gave her. Besides, your mother feeds the chicken, doesn't she? Does she know you brought it to my house?"

When he heard this, Dudley became flustered. "Wilfred," Dudley said, "My mother's things are mine, too. What's the difference?"

"But you can't keep it from your mother, can you? Take it back to your mother." Wilfred picked the chicken up. "Come on, I'll walk you to the door."

Dudley looked at Rose and wanted her to say something to keep him. Rose understood his mind, but she said, "Dudley, thank you, and good bye."

Rose smiled and waved to him.

At this time, Sky stood behind Rose, keeping close to her. He also smiled at Dudley and said, "Thank you and good bye."

Dudley was deeply jealous when he looked at Sky and Rose standing together.

"Mr. Wilfred, just stay home. Let Rose walk me home." Dudley had been "evicted" by them, so he had to leave, but he had something to say to Rose, and he made such an excuse.

"Well, I will send you back, then." Rose agreed to walk Dudley back. It was not a big deal.

But she pointed to the chicken in Grandpa's hand. "You'll have to take it yourself."

Grandfather held out the chicken to Dudley, who took it, and felt somewhat frustrated.

Dudley carried the chicken just as he had come, but not as happy as he had come.

door, while Sky was a little worried and also followed Rose, but kept a few steps away from them.

door and Dudley was standing outside. They

hand on the door, about to

the door.

did not answer. She did not because she didn't know whether she should tell the truth or

feel that there was

just said she didn't need Sky's help, and now she was going to

was upset... So, she could only keep

marry a man who is more handsome and stronger than

Now that you have seen who you want to see, dispel your thoughts." Rose didn't want to reveal

"Rose, I want to discuss something with you. Look at your delicate skin... It makes me distressed to think of you doing work. Why don't you divorce him? I'll marry you. I promise I will give

face fell, "Dudley," she

you see, since you came back, I have come to see you every day, and I gave you whatever delicious at home. I have volunteered to help you with any work in the field. I treat you so well, can't you feel

kindness you gave me isn't what I want. I'll take it as if you

face

standing behind him not far

steady step, and his clear voice was heard, "You can

at the man, her pure pupils reflected the handsome

not to contact or think about