The fat chef now puts the dream of being a breeder and the goal of life on the three little ones, and will feed them whenever he has time, and feed the third child to the round, and feed the 8-month-old white into a 10-pound little fat man, and will sit on the sofa whenever he has time, beckoning to them softly and gently.
Fat Chef: Come over and eat something delicious
Fat Chef: Ah San obediently came over and cut snacks
Fat Chef: Ami Ami eats cat strips
As soon as the fat chef sits on the sofa, he will gather around the chef, and the chef will let them sit in a row and feed them snacks one by one with a sense of accomplishment.
Fat wife: You are responsible for eating and getting sick.
Fat Chef: If you don't let them eat, why are you raising them?
Fat wife: Ah San, my old mother paid for your food, clothing and medical treatment, and your father was reluctant to spend a penny.
Fat Chef: Hmph, you're going to walk the dog tomorrow in the morning and evening.
Fat wife: Bad potato, whoever has high blood sugar walks the dog.
The old couple talked about their mouths, chatted, did housework, and walked the cat and dog, and the sun was going to set again.
The fat chef who used to be cruel and ran away from home when the cat came to the house is now like this.
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