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!"
