Chapter 558: This Is Not a Joke, It’s Offending
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Seven was indeed different from other parrots. Its intelligence was at least equivalent to a child around seven or eight years old, so it could understand human language. Think about it, if a person suddenly walked over and told you that your child was really smart, it would definitely taste good if you sprinkled some cumin on the fire and roasted it. Would you be afraid?
Seven screamed and burrowed into Amelia’s clothes.
When the uncle saw this scene, he immediately laughed.
Mrs. Walton was a little angry. She said coldly, “What nonsense are you talking about? Do you want me to roast you on the stove?”
The uncle grinned and said, “Aiya, it’s just a joke. Don’t be so serious.” Mrs. Walton looked at him coldly with a straight face. “Apologize!’
In Mrs. Walton’s eyes, Seven was not just a bird. After interacting with him day by day, she had long developed feelings and Seven was a member of the Walton family. No matter how one looked at it, it was very offensive for someone to suddenly say that they wanted to roast it.
The uncle immediately felt bored and muttered, “You really can’t take a joke.
Isn’t it just a bird? I only teased it because I like it.”
Amelia looked away from the evil ghost and frowned. “Uncle, you’re wrong.
This isn’t a joke. It’s offensive.”
William said angrily, “Apologize!’
Lucas looked at the middle-aged man coldly. His voice was a little like
George’s. It was cold. “Mr. Smith, beat him up.”
Mrs. Walton had brought Mr. Smith and two bodyguards with her today. At this moment, the three men immediately stood up and rolled up their sleeves.
The middle-aged man was shocked, and the people around him hurriedly persuaded, “Aiyo, it’s not that bad. This person just spoke a little badly. You don’t have to hit…
Lucas said coldly, “What do you mean, hit him? We were just joking with him.” The middle-aged man:
Seeing the two bodyguards approaching, the middle-aged man immediately felt embarrassed. He forced out a sentence. “Aiya, I’ll apologize, I’ll apologize, alright? I’m sorry!” With that, he left first. As he walked, he muttered, “What kind of person is this? It’s just a joke. You have to hit someone…” Wasn’t it just a bird?
Amelia saw that the middle-aged uncle was about to leave and hurriedly looked at Elmer. Elmer said, “Don’t worry, he won’t be able to escape.” Since he had already bumped into him, he definitely wouldn’t be able to escape. The crybaby ghost was an exception in the beginning. The crybaby ghost had become a hurdle in Elmer’s heart that he couldn’t get over. He hadn’t found it after so long. At the thought of this, a dark glint flashed in Elmer’s eyes. He waved his hand and a ray of light shot out, marking the evil ghost in front of him.
Andrew finished changing and came down. “Let’s go,” he said.
Although Mrs. Walton felt uncomfortable, that was all she could do. She wouldn’t call the police for such a thing. If the police came for nothing, they wouldn’t be able to do anything to the middle-aged man.
“Let’s go.” Mrs. Walton held Amelia’s hand and touched Seven, who had half of his head stuck out. “Alright, the bad guys have been chased away by us. With Grandma around, no one will dare to roast you.”
William was indignant. “That’s right! Whoever wants to roast Seven, we’ll roast him first!”
Harper said, “Roast what?”
Everyone:
Andrew led them to the cafeteria. It was indeed crowded. Fortunately, it wasn’t peak hours yet. The lines weren’t too long. He asked Mrs. Walton to sit, then took Amelia and the other children to line up.
Amelia grabbed a plate and was visibly excited. “Wow, there’s a line to get food!”
Andrew’s mouth twitched as he picked Amelia up. This time, Amelia could see what was at the window. After reading it, long drool flowed from the corner of her mouth. “Big drumstick… sweet and sour pork ribs… fried eggs… and spicy chicken! I want them all, Eighth Uncle…”
Andrew’s eyes were filled with laughter. “Can you eat this much?”
Amelia touched her stomach and nodded affirmatively. “I can!”
Andrew asked again, “The spicy chicken is spicy. Can you eat it?”
Amelia nodded again with certainty. “l can eat it!”
Andrew passed by at the same time and greeted him with a smile. “Aiyo, Dr. Walton, is this your daughter?”
“I’ve never heard of Dr. Walton’s marriage. He actually has a daughter that’s this big already? Come, let Uncle carry you!’
“Don’t let Uncle hug you. Come, let Auntie hug you…”
Because Amelia was cute and Andrew was quite popular in the hospital, his colleagues teased Amelia and laughed as they queued up.
William, Lucas, and Harper, who were queuing behind, stared without blinking.. Someone was going to snatch their sister from them again?