Chapter 208: Don't Ask, It's All Edric's Fault_1

Fortunately, Amadeus's uncle and their family still didn't know that the "cabbage" they had just dug up couldn't be kept anymore; if the old man found out, I guess it would burst his dog's head.

"I didn't even know..." He felt that the tone of his speech wasn't sour, but to outsiders, it sounded incredibly bitter and resentful.

It was sourer than Shanxi mature vinegar spilled all over the place!

Nathalie Quinlan was originally focused on eating the food in her bowl, but upon hearing this, she looked up, her dark pupils somewhat puzzled: "Hmm? What photo?"

Audrick Zachmann's mind was full of thoughts about the photo, and he hastily said: "It's the photo of you wearing pajamas and holding a doll."

Ah, Nathalie remembered now, there was indeed such a matter.

But this wasn't a good memory for her: "I remember now, there is such a photo."