Standing there stubbornly, she waited to see when Alger would come out.

Half an hour, an hour, two hours, he never came out.

… …

At the end of the two－day and one－night farmhouse tour, when they left, Zhao Dage and Zhao Sister－in－law filled each of them with a lot of fresh fruits and vegetables, as well as the chicken and fish that had been packed up, so that they could take them back to cook soup to drink.

Claudia nestled on the co－pilot, drowsy and covered with Rowan‘s coat.

On the other hand, Mr. Rowan has a satisfied face and a good spirit.

Rowan family.

"Pupil pupil!" Meat dumplings didn‘t see his dearest mommy for two days. I couldn‘t miss her. As soon as I saw her, I rushed straight at her.

Claudia had not recovered yet and had little strength. He could only crouch down and hug the small waist of the meat dumplings and kiss him twice in the face.

Rowan then came in and felt sad when he saw his son ignoring himself.

I couldn‘t help it, so I had to attract my son‘s attention.

"Meat."

The meat dumplings took time to call Dad, then continued to hug Claudia‘s neck when shuffle when shuffle is crooked, saying sweet words such as I miss you so much.

Mr. Rowan was jealous and helpless, and stepped up to the sofa.

"This dish is really fresh. At first glance, it was grown by my own family." Zhang Ma looked at what they brought back and praised it happily.

Claudia took the meat by the hand and said with a smile, "Well, they all planted it in their own fields. It is pure natural and has no chemical fertilizer. Please ask Zhang Ma to do it at night."

"Good." Zhang Ma nodded and went into the kitchen with something.

Xiaodong, the servant, brought them the washed fruit. Claudia picked up the apple and gave it to the meat dumplings and asked him, "Where are your grandfather and them?"

The meat dumplings took a bite of the apple and replied, "Grandpa and Grandma haven‘t come back from the house yet. My brother－in－law has gone to school."

"Oh."

I went upstairs to take a bath. When Claudia came out, I saw Rowan playing Lego with the meat dumplings.

"Dad, pass me that, yes."

"This is here."

He threw himself on the bed, and Claudia put his arms around the meat dumplings from behind, smelling the faint smell of milk on his body and sighing contentedly.

The meat dumplings twisted their little buttocks and Lego stopped spelling. They turned and rolled into a ball with his dear mommy.

The two men hugged each other affectionately, and the little face of the meat dumplings was buried in Claudia‘s chest.

Rowan sat watching, unable to control his phoenix eyes flashing jealousy and envy.

Even if it was his own son, he could not help but have the kind of wife being occupied.

With a slight cough, he asked, "Meat, don‘t you play?"

The meat dumplings pursed their little buttocks and left a cold figure for his father. "No more playing, I want to play with the pupil."

Is that fun?

Besides, how can he play with his wife?

"Meat and Lego haven‘t finished yet. You can‘t give up halfway." Mr. Rowan this is, move with emotion, understand with reason.

I don‘t know. I thought he really wanted to educate his son.

Poor meat dumplings are still small, but they can‘t beat his cunning father.

Feeling that this was very reasonable, he had to temporarily put down the attractive arms of his dearest mommy and climb over to continue to fight with his father for the unfinished Lego.

Mr. Rowan said that the children could be taught and rubbed his son‘s thick short hair with relief.

Inadvertently raised his eyes, he made a mockery of Claudia‘s smiling eyes.

Don‘t open your eyes, he is concentrating on guiding his son.

No sooner had he left the bedroom than he heard voices from downstairs.

It turned out that Wen Chenglin, Feng Nuanxin and Wen Jiazhi had all returned.

From a few words, I seem to hear something about the anniversary.

When Rowan and Claudia came downstairs with meat dumplings, Wen Jiazhi saw them and immediately said excitedly, "Eldest brother and sister－in－law, this weekend is my parents‘ wedding anniversary. Let‘s prepare a party!"

Anniversary?

The wedding anniversary of Wen Chenglin and Feng Nuanxin?

Subconsciously turned to look at Rowan, indeed as expected saw his face was green.

Celebration?

What is there to celebrate about such a thing?

It is also because of their great hearts.

Claudia‘s expression was not very good either. Rowan did not speak, so she would not answer.

The atmosphere was so embarrassed that Wen Jiazhi scratched his head and hair, showing a bewilderment.