With a smile, Logan took a seat beside his father and patted his back. “Don’t be so angry. Come on, it’s bad for your health.”

Still incensed, Old Mr. Jefferson chided, “Go away.”

Catching a glimpse of the bag Logan had placed on the table, Lydia inquired, “What is it? Have you brought it for Dad?”

Logan hurriedly denied. “No! My friend gave it to me.”

Hearing that, Lydia chuckled and went over to open the bag. Seeing the content in the container, she asked in surprise, “Why did your friend give you this?”

had preserved meat before because it wasn’t delicate enough

snatched it back. “Don’t look if you

stared at her

Jefferson took his son’s hands and said, “Logan,

his words, the others in the living room

a sigh, Logan remarked, “I’m

you are young, but

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