"I will buy you a big chicken leg tomorrow, okay?"
Jasper was a little afraid of me. Seeing that Kayla didn't give in to him, he stopped crying, sitting angrily on the chair.
I glared at him and snorted.
"I was planning to eat something, but you let that disgusting dog out and made the house stink. I don't feel like eating anything now."
I turned around and waved at Anabel.
"Come here and finish all of this."
Anabel was somewhat surprised and hesitant to come over.
"Come over. What are you standing there for?"
My expression was fierce. Finally, Anabel nodded and sat down on the chair.
Her eyes lit up, and her thin little hands were hesitating over the food as if she didn't know which one to eat first.
The chubby boy, who had been calmed down by his grandmother, started crying again when he saw me giving the delicious food to Anabel.
"Grandma, even the bastard can eat them. Why can't I?"
The moment I gave the food to Anabel, thunder roared in my ears.
I explained hurriedly.
"Didn't your grandmother say that this is junk food?
"Junk food should be eaten by trash. Do you want to eat it? Are you trash?"
After my words, the thunder in my ears stopped for a moment. Then it started again, stopped, and started again as if it was hesitating.
After a few more roars, the thunder disappeared.
I made it!
I shouted excitedly in my heart.
You wicked system! thought I.
You artificial idiot, you're not a match for me!
I'll beat you up and leave you behind!
Anabel was enjoying the delicious food she had never had before, and I felt extremely satisfied in my heart.
The crying of that wicked fat boy was not so annoying anymore, and it sounded like a cheerful symphony.
The fat boy cried, fell to the ground, and broke everything on the coffee table.
I just watched his funny performance and almost couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Suddenly, a deep male voice sounded at the door.
"What's going on?
"Elyse, are you abusing the child again?"
No one was allowed to bully my daughter.
I took a closer look and it turned out to be the father of two children, my husband who I saw for the first time, had come back.
Blaine might be the only person in the original work who had shown a little warmth to the female protagonist, but unfortunately, he was obsessed with work and rarely took care of the children.