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.

Dudley to the door, while Sky was a little worried and also followed Rose, but kept a few steps away from them. His eyes were on Rose, while staring at Dudley's every move, afraid

door, Rose was standing inside the door and Dudley was standing outside. They were

Rose put her hand on

the door. "Rose, is he your

know

then Dudley would feel that there was

just said

So, she

marry a man who is more handsome and stronger than me. But look at him, he looks just like a boy. Can he do farm work? He can't help Mr. Wilfred at all. I'm anxious for

that you have seen who you want to see, dispel your

your delicate skin... It makes me distressed to think of you doing work.

"Dudley," she said,

at home. I have volunteered to help you with any work in the field.

then softened her tone, "The kindness you gave me isn't what

her face away from

saw a strong man standing behind him not far away. The cold

with a steady step, and his clear voice was heard, "You can pretend that he didn't say anything, and I can't

the man, her pure pupils reflected the handsome

or think about