Ling held a drumstick in her left hand and a goose leg in her right. The bowl in front of her was filled with all kinds of dishes, and her cheeks were also filled. She ate seriously like a little squirrel, and her stomach bulged at a visible speed.
Amelia asked worriedly, "Won't Eldest Aunt's stomach burst?" She reached out and touched Ling, then William beside her. She exclaimed, "Eldest Aunt is is cool to the touch! She was still cold last time."
Seven stuck his head out from upstairs and exclaimed, "It's over, it's cold!"
Everyone's mouths twitched.
William quickly raised his hand to touch it. "No, it's clearly still cold."
Lucas interrupted without a word. "Warm."
Everyone: "…" So was it cold or warm or cold?
"Andrew, hurry up and eat. Give her a check after you're done," Mrs. Walton said. Such a good rice bag… No, it was a child who loved to eat. Nothing could happen to her.
