Old Madam Walton smiled and said, "Perhaps she was tired from running around just now."
On the other side, Emma was barbecuing with her father, Dylan. She stared at the roasted wings for a long time. During the break in the game, Harper looked up and mocked, "You're still eating? I've already played five rounds, but you're still eating."
Emma snorted. "It's none of your business!" Coincidentally, the chicken wings were done roasting. She took them over, and Dylan frowned and reminded her, "Don't eat too much."
Emma turned her head. "No!" When she turned her head, she happened to see Andrew carrying the sleeping Amelia over. Emma was instantly unhappy and looked at the barbecue silently. Every time something was roasted, she had to take two skewers first.
Amelia did not know how long she had slept for. When she woke up in a daze, the sun was already setting. Suddenly, a plate of skewers was handed over. "For you."