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?”

never had preserved meat before because it wasn’t delicate enough for

and snatched it back. “Don’t look if you don’t like

meaningful smile, Lydia stared at

hands and

as he finished his words, the others in

a sigh, Logan remarked, “I’m still

you are young,

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