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?”

didn’t dare

walked out and saw the figure outside the door, he was

his fingers

He must be dazzled.

if he can see Clara blindly,

mist of tears rose up suddenly,

eyes.

hand tremblingly, and

Alana’s hand

she was afraid that she would lose sight of Clara, so she quickly wiped it

cheek, but her trembling voice couldn’t conceal her concern: “Clara, you…have you eaten

she was alive, nagging and asking this and that: “Over there,

you usually eat? Are you dressed

in her eyes, Clara said

fried French fries have a unique taste, and there are salmon slices that I

you want to eat, Mom

originally said no, she was

and

a moment, and

the tears from the corners of his eyes and said, “Okay, Mom will make it for you right now. I knew you wanted to eat spicy food

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

was sore, but finally she had another chance to

I dare not

where

“Dad, don’t be bored in

could only utter

looking at Clara

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never dreams when he

whether it was reality or a

that he would walk too fast and make too much noise, which would wake him up

Alana’s arm,

quite lively,

put down the tablet in his hand and stopped looking at the data and