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.

was a little worried and also followed Rose, but kept a few steps away from them. His eyes were

inside the door and Dudley was standing outside. They were separated

Rose put her hand on the door, about to close

the door.

She did not because she didn't know whether she should tell

would feel that there was hope

said she didn't need Sky's help,

was upset... So, she

blaming you, but I know you want to marry a man who is more handsome and stronger than me. But look at him, he

who you want to see, dispel your thoughts."

a little. "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 you

fell, "Dudley," she said, "Don't

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

what I want. I'll take it as if

face

a strong man standing behind him not far away. The cold aura made him shudder abruptly, and sent the chill

approached him with a steady step, and his clear voice was heard,

looked at the man, her pure

calm herself, forcing herself not to contact or think