Chapter 1083 - 001 Don’t delude yourself into clinging to my dad_6
Daisy Willow turned on the TV for her and then headed over to the dining table as well. Mr. and Mrs. Willow knew they were Simon Carrington’s two children, so they were quite nice to them, although Stella Carrington and Liam Carrington were completely different from each other.
While Stella Carrington was engrossed in her TV show, Liam Carrington quickly became one with the group. He adopted the same way of addressing everyone as Elena Duncan did, with no need for an introduction from Daisy Willow.
Daisy Willow was really hungry. She quickly finished two bowls of porridge and ate four steamed buns, "Mom’s cooking is still so good, I want more."
"If you want more, eat more, since there’s plenty left. I’ll just steam more." Originally saved for Daisy Willow, Mrs. Willow promptly stood up upon hearing Daisy Willow’s comment and took more steamed buns from the fridge to steam them in the steamer.
"Wife, I’m going to open the shop. You stay home today and help Felicia look after the kids," Samuel Willow said as he was wiping his mouth full after finishing his meal.
There were already two children at home, and now two more had arrived. With two grandparents and four kids, it was certain that Daisy Willow couldn’t manage on her own. Hence, Samuel Willow decided to leave his wife behind to help.
"Okay, if anything comes up at the shop, give me a call," Millie Campbell agreed briskly.
"Mhm, mom, dad, I’m off. Liam, welcome to our home. There are toys in Brother Kent’s room; I’ll have Brother Kent play with you later, is that okay?" Samuel Willow liked Liam Carrington very much; the little guy was just too cute.
On the other hand, he didn’t care much for Liam’s sister. From the moment she entered, she had an air of looking down on everybody; to encounter such a disagreeable child was a first for him.
In the end, Samuel Willow didn’t bother trying harder with Stella Carrington; he opened the door and left.
With Samuel Willow’s departure, the atmosphere around the dining table grew even livelier. Kent Auclair finished the porridge in his bowl but refused to eat more. Although his grandmother’s cooking was excellent, having it every day dimmed its appeal.