Eight Kickass Uncle Sweet Spoil

Chapter 283 Mom, I Want To Eat Your Cooking

After the meal, the children were jumping around in the living room, and the eight brothers of the Murray family rarely got together, chatting on the first floor while watching Susie playing with Lucy.

Alana looked around, then went upstairs silently.

This year the children are all here, Clara is missing, but Susie is added.

As if nothing has changed, the Murray family has been dead for five years, and they are back to the happy time before.

Near the fourteenth of July, her Clara is coming up.

The children are making delicious food for Clara, the table is full of dishes that Clara likes to eat, and the boss will start to habitually burn incense before eating like Susie did.

I don’t know if she can see Clara again in her lifetime?

Alana went back to the room and stood in front of the window without saying a word, watching the night outside.

Craig put down his reading glasses and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Alana said silently, “Nothing.”

Craig curled his lips, this woman, I really don’t understand it all the time.

Girls will be sentimental, how can they still be sentimental at such an old age?

At this time, the door was knocked lightly.

Alana thought it was Martin, one of them, or Susie and so on.

She tidied up her expression and returned to the nagging old man before.

“Who is it?” She asked as she walked out: “Aren’t you playing downstairs? What’s wrong, you’re breaking the sky again?”

The door opened, Alana’s pupils shrank, and she was completely stunned!

Craig didn’t hear Alana speak for a long time, and saw her standing at the door in a daze, as if she had lost her soul.

He stood up, frowned and asked, “What’s wrong? Have you lost your soul?”

dare to say

and saw the figure outside the door, he

froze in place, his fingers stiffened, not even daring to

He must be dazzled.

he can see Clara blindly, he can

the mist of tears

eyes.

out her hand tremblingly, and actually

grabbed Alana’s hand and

longer, a tear fell down, as if she was afraid that she would lose sight of Clara, so

her trembling voice couldn’t conceal her

before she was alive, nagging and asking this and that:

do you usually eat? Are you dressed well? Will it

eyes, Clara

have a unique taste, and there are

and cried: “What else do you want to eat, Mom will

said no, she was

and

was taken aback for a moment, and couldn’t help but burst out laughing with

for you right now. I knew

she nodded obediently: “Yeah, I want to eat it even in my

chance to cook

dare not

where

“Dad, don’t be bored in the

finally he could only utter a

followed closely behind, looking at Clara without

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dreams

tell whether it was reality

dream, he was afraid that he would walk too fast and make too much noise, which would wake him

Alana’s arm, and Craig followed,

floor, which was originally quite lively,

tablet in his hand and stopped looking