Eight Kickass Uncle Sweet Spoil

Eight Kickass Uncle’ Sweet Spoil By Amber Arnold Chapter 283

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?”

Or hell-he didn’t dare to say that.

But when he walked out and saw the figure outside the door, he was also stunned.

Craig froze in place, his fingers stiffened, not even daring to move.

He must be dazzled.

But if he can see Clara blindly, he can take a little longer…

Alana’s lips trembled, and the mist of tears rose up suddenly, blurring her

eyes.

She stretched out her hand tremblingly, and actually touched Clara’s cheek.

Clara grabbed Alana’s hand and choked up, “Mom…”

Alana couldn’t hold back any longer, a tear fell down, as if she was afraid that she would lose sight of Clara, so she quickly wiped it away.

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

Alana was just like before she was alive, nagging and asking this and that: “Over there, are you okay?”

“What do you usually eat? Are you dressed well? Will it be cold?”

With tears in her eyes, Clara said softly, “Mom, I’m fine.”

“The creamy fried French fries have a unique taste, and there are salmon slices that I haven’t eaten before…”

Alana laughed and cried: “What else do you want to eat, Mom will make it for you.”

Clara originally said no, she was full.

the beef you cooked, and it should be spicy!”

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

Alana wiped 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 before, but you are not allowed to eat it for medical treatment. Are you hungry?”

Like a little girl, Clara hugged Alana’s arm and refused to let go, she nodded obediently: “Yeah, I want to eat it even in my dreams! I’m so hungry!”

Alana’s heart was sore, but finally she had another chance to cook a meal for her beloved little daughter.

It seems that I dare not ask for anything else.

Craig remained where he was.

Clara turned her head and waved: “Dad, don’t be bored in the house! Come down quickly!”

Craig’s lips parted, and finally he could only utter a few words: “Hey… good ”

He followed closely behind, looking at Clara without blinking.

He never dreams when he sleeps.

For a moment, I couldn’t tell whether it was reality or a dream.

If it was a dream, he was afraid that he would walk too fast and make too much noise, which would wake him up suddenly.

Clara held Alana’s arm, and Craig followed, downstairs.

The first floor, which was originally quite lively, suddenly became a little quiet.

Martin put down the tablet in his hand and stopped looking at the data and emails on it. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

David was checking Lucy’s homework and covered it all at once.

The brothers who met Clara last night didn’t have the initial shock, only the reluctance to race against time.

However, the other three…

Paul was forking a piece of fruit, he opened his mouth wide in astonishment, and the fruit in his hand fell out!

Judah rubbed his eyes vigorously, while Huck stood up abruptly, looking at Clara like a ghost.

The grown-ups were suddenly dead silent, and Wade couldn’t help but look up, only to see his aunt, whom he only sees in photos most of the time, floating down the stairs.

He was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, but there was a building block on the ground, which caused him to fly into the air again with a groan.

Zion stared blankly at the white shadow, eyes: this person is very familiar. Brain: Who is this? Hands and feet: Damn it’s down.

Lucy and Hamza looked puzzled.

What’s the matter?

What’s the matter?

Susie put down the toy and ran over, happily said, “Where are you going?”

Alana held her hand and said, “Make spicy beef for your mother. ”

Susie raised her hand with bright eyes: “I want to eat too!”

Martin came over, lowered his eyes and asked, “Spicy, can you eat it?”

Susie: “Yes, I can!”

Mom likes to eat, and she also wants to taste, so that she can eat a lot of things she likes for her mother in the future!

So the brothers who had just had their fill stood up again and walked towards the kitchen one by one.

Paul, Judah, and Huck stood at the door of the kitchen stupidly, and at this moment, thunder was rolling in their minds, as if struck by lightning, the door to the new world was opened by lightning.

In this world… so there really are ghosts?

“Clara…” Paul murmured under his breath.

If only they could see their sister.

How about subverting the world he knew?