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

the figure outside the door, he

fingers

He must be dazzled.

he can see Clara blindly, he can take

mist of tears rose

eyes.

her hand tremblingly,

grabbed Alana’s hand and choked

tear fell down, as if she was afraid that she

back?” Alana touched Clara’s cheek, but her trembling voice couldn’t conceal her concern: “Clara, you…have you eaten

nagging and asking this and that: “Over there, are you

eat? Are you dressed well? Will it be

her eyes, Clara said softly, “Mom, I’m

unique taste, and

want to eat, Mom will make it

no, she

cooked, and it should be

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

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

refused to let go, she nodded obediently: “Yeah, I want

but finally she had another chance to cook a meal for her beloved

that I dare not ask

where

head and waved: “Dad, don’t be bored in the house! Come down

lips parted, and finally he could only utter a

closely behind, looking at

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dreams when

tell whether it was reality or a

that he would walk too fast and

arm, and Craig

quite lively, suddenly became

his hand and stopped looking at