"He's too small, he can't eat it."
Sheehan didn't appreciate it and threw the grapes on the ground, continuing to cry.
Adrian knew he didn't want grapes, so he offered him several other things, but he refused them all, leaving only a roast chicken.
"Son, this chicken is greasy, you can't play with it."
Sheehan didn't care; if he couldn't get it, he'd cry. Anyway, if he cried hard enough, someone would definitely satisfy him.
"Dad, Sheehan wants to eat chicken. Give him a drumstick."
Sienna tore off a drumstick and gave it to Sheehan, who immediately stopped crying. Sienna pinched his little nose and said, "You little rascal."
Sheehan didn't have teeth, so he held the drumstick and licked it, getting his mouth all oily, and Sienna didn't mind.
"Mom and Samara are both fine, and grandma is also doing well. A few days ago, she lost her coffin, and now she chases me every day asking for a coffin.
Definitely a young-old child, young-old child."
