"That's good."
Amelia: "…"
Sean was also leaning on the chair, feeling lifeless. After his brother told him how to practice, he was dragged to the kitchen to help with cooking. Of course, this cooking was a bit unconventional because it would depend on herself.
And Sean only felt like dying.
He was reprimanded by his mother for wasting food over and over again.
"It seems that your talent is not very good." Samuel frowned when he looked at his two siblings. Should he move away their work and let them focus on their practice? Their current result was simply too bad.
The two sibling glared at Samuel.
"It's very tiring to train, Brother!"
"Can't you let us do something else?"
Mr. Jones and Mrs. Jones were helpless when they saw their children quarreling again. They also knew that the training was hard, though. After all, the two of them still spent their time training like these children.
