Chapter 147
Harold put his hands in his pockets and followed her lazily like a beast with a rope around its neck. He looked docile but was actually cruel.
Dana, who was downstairs, saw that Crystal had pulled Harold down just like that. She wanted to laugh but didn’t dare. She quickly turned her head away.
Although Bernard was only four years old, there was no need for adults to worry about him eating. He seriously picked up a spoon and ate the rice. Harold looked at Crystal and smiled. “Why are you not even as good as a child?”
As he spoke, he leaned over and gently rubbed his finger against Crystal’s lips. The rice that stuck to her mouth was wiped away. Crystal coughed and felt a little embarrassed. She was trying to find an explanation, but Harold had already said, “I forgot that you are also a child.”
He picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork and put it into Crystal’s bowl. He looked at her second bowl of rice, which was finishing, and said, “You eat a lot. Why are you still so skinny?”
Crystal pinched the soft flesh on her stomach and said sadly, “I don’t know… I also think that I’m wasting food.”
“I’ll take you to the hospital another day.” Harold looked at her and said, “You should see a pediatrician, but I don’t think the hospital has seen a 19-year-old child before.”
Crystal was speechless.
Crystal put down her chopsticks. “I’m going to get angry.”
Harold said, “What if you get angry?”
Crystal thought for a moment and said, “… I don’t think I can do anything, but I still have to tell you that I’m angry.”
Harold smiled. “Okay, I won’t tease you anymore. Let’s eat.”
Crystal finished the rest of the meal angrily.
There was some homework given by the teacher in the kindergarten, all of which were practical. The teacher asked the parents to introduce their children to at least three kinds of trees, probably to cultivate the parent-child relationship between the children and the parents.
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