He was fascinated and obsessed, wanting to rush up to her, hug her, and tell her he missed her.

But the reality was that he only dared to look at her from afar, and did not even dare to make a sound, for fear that she would see him.

They came closer and closer. As long as he called them softly, they could see him. But he came in such a hurry and eagerness that he hadn't thought about how to face her.

Just as they were about to see him, he turned and stood at the corner.

He had never been so cowardly in his life. Facing his lover and children, he chickened out.

"Mommy, can I make wontons tonight?" Amanda asked as she walked to the entrance of the neighborhood, taking Dolores by the arm.

Dolores looked down at her daughter and asked with a smile, "Do you know how to do that?"

"No, but I can learn."

Just as Amanda finished, Andrew said, "Then you eat your own wontons."

"Okay! Humph, I won't let you eat my wontons even if you want to," Amanda tilted her head and said loudly.

Andrew got worried, "What if the wontons you make have no fillings but only wrappers?"

"It won't happen. You have to trust me." Amanda took her brother's hand, "I've made dumplings before, have you forgotten? I have experience."

Amanda spoke like an adult. After saying that, she also patted Andrew's shoulder, "Don't worry."

"I remember that you made some dough last time, right? This time Daddy isn't here and no one will eat your dough."

took Dolores' hand, "Mommy, Mommy, look, my brother is so annoying. He doesn't trust me and even hits me. The teacher said

funny. Could

she didn't say so. Well, praise was needed. Otherwise, what if she really

You can definitely make

Otherwise, what should he do when Mommy and his sister made wontons together?

helplessly, "Okay, you

they heard the

into the neighborhood, and their voices grew lower and

gave him all the dough made by the

how he felt at that time. The corners

words, no

lived

on the ground, tilted his head, and quietly looked at the building, imagining what the people inside were doing at the moment.

happened to see a man sitting on the roadside giggling. After he got out of the car, he glanced in the man's direction again. He just

sorry for him. It was a pity that such a

didn't have time for this. He walked quickly into the neighborhood. He came back on the noon flight, so he was later than Matthew, and Theresa shouldn't be back until tomorrow morning. She took the

Dolores and the two kids making wontons. He changed his shoes and

horrible. He frowned, pointed to the dough made by Andrew and Amanda, and asked, "What are these? Are

you." Amanda

If you don't let me eat them, I can grab some." Hearing Oscar's words, Amanda pulled a wry

rubbed her head, "I

bandits she'd seen on TV were bad guys. Could

guys, so are you a bad

"I'm not

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