Chapter 687

- Be my mother Holy raised his head and looked at Alice, putting down the thing in his hands; his young and tender voice did not have the slightest fluctuation, "What I am pinching is a sunflower flower."

Not egg yolk.

The whole kitchen was silent.

Sunflower.

How did it look like a sunflower; it was clearly a ball of egg yolk.

"Pfft."

Bob, who had been standing quietly beside Alice, could not hold back and laughed. Soon after, Kathy also laughed at them mercilessly.

William stood there, and his black eyes swept past them. Then, he picked up the yellow blush and placed it in Holy's hand, as he coldly asked, "Who allowed you to put it down? If others say that you're not good, then you give up? Is there anyone who would do this?"

Holy stood on the chair and listened silently, his eyes half-closed.

"Even if the whole world says you are not good, no, you can't give up, you have to prove it yourself to others, you can! Otherwise, what's the point in living on?" William said in a serious tone.

Alice stopped smiling and looked towards William in surprise. She suddenly thought back to the time when she had lost her food and water in the forest. When they came out, William had also talked to her in this way.

If others don't believe you, then try to find evidence and slap it back on that person's head! What's the use of dying!

This was exactly the tone he had at that time.

It was as if she was hit on the head, waking her up.

William is that kind of person, even though he was the one who instigated this, but in the end, he still reprimanded you for a reason, and yet, you still think that it's so good!

Just as Alice was thinking this, she saw Holy look at him and then start to pinch the sunflower again. It seemed that William's words were to be logical in his heart; it was just like what she said all those years ago.

"This is more like I, William's son!"

William said in satisfaction.

Holy silently pinched on the Sunflower; William at the side disdained him, but Holy also did not say anything.

The enigmatic relationship between father and son.

Alice laughed, and her eyes filled with warmth.

Kathy giggled, and would occasionally help Holy.

Bob stood watching them with eyes full of envy.

When Daniel walked into the kitchen, he heard a lot of laughter. As the flour flew in the air, two adults and three children were getting along harmoniously.

"Young Master."

Daniel said.

William was looking down at the egg yolk in Holy's hands, and when he heard him, he looked up at Daniel and asked, "What is it?"

"Um..." Daniel was about to say something when he suddenly looked at Bob who was beside him. "Young Master, you've made some progress on something you care about the most;do you want to go over and take a look now?"

Hearing this, William's black eyes darkened, and he said with a cold voice. "Understand."

He turned around to look at Alice, and said, "I'll go over first."

"Alright."

Alice nodded as she watched him and Daniel leave. She lowered her eyes to look at the pile of pastries on the table, then turned her gaze to Bob who was standing there earnestly learning how to make pastries.

Maybe Rosanna Tiffany woke up.

Bob held the ball of flour in his hand, and a smile appeared on his fair and clear little face. His eyes sparkled as he looked at Alice, and he raised the dough in his hands.

"Well done."

Alice smiled.

Being praised, Bob smiled shyly and lowered his head so that no one would see that he was smiling.

Alice stood there and looked at him, deep in thought. She wondered if Rosanna Tiffany could become a competent mother that could bring Bob joy.

The child's smile was so beautiful that she did not want it to vanish.

Everyone pinched pastries, and Alice put them into the oven to wash their hands. After a long time, they only heard a "ding" sound, and then, the oven indicated that they were done cooking.

Kathy immediately chased after him and shouted, "I want to eat Holy's Sunflower Biscuit. I want Sunflower Biscuit!"

"Don't worry, and it'll be here soon."

Alice said, put on the thermal gloves and opened the oven door, then took out the plate covered with biscuits and placed it on the table, dispersing the heat.

"Just wait a bit before eating. Don't worry."

"Alright!"

After a long while, Kathy finally grabbed the Sunflower Biscuit and put it into her mouth. It was still so hot that she kept spitting out her tongue.

Alice smiled and said, "Come. I will share what you guys have made with you, and taste if what you've made tastes good or not."

Alice split the biscuits one by one onto a plate, and then handed a plate of heart - shaped biscuits over to Bob. "Bob, you made this, try it."

Bob took the plate carefully and stared at her.

Alice bent over and continued splitting the biscuit. The apron around her waist was tugged, causing her to look down, only to see Bob standing there looking at her. He extended his hand out, revealing a piece of heart shaped biscuit.

Alice was startled for a few seconds, then understood what he meant: "You want to invite me to eat? Thank you."

She took the biscuit, put it in her mouth, and took a bite.

Upon hearing this, Bob looked at her with some excitement. His two small hands clenched into a fist and his lips moved a few times. Finally, he asked with great difficulty, "You, you like it?"

"I like it. Auntie really likes it."

Alice said with a smile, as she placed the biscuit into her mouth and continued working.

Suddenly, a tender voice sounded beside her. "Be... be my mother."

The voice was filled with anxiety and anticipation.

Alice was completely stunned as she looked down at Bob. There was still a biscuit in her mouth, and she couldn't say a single word.

Bob stood there, his face red, his small hands wringing harder. He looked at her, nervous.

Alice looked at him in a daze.

Holy who was at the side and Kathy who was eating biscuits also looked at Bob with a surprised expression.

After a while, Kathy started to giggle, "Mom, just be his mother, so I can have a big brother!"

"You have a brother."

Holy poured cold water on her.

Bob stood there, not caring about what Kathy and the others said, and only looked at Alice. Those eyes of her had lost their previous viciousness, only leaving behind the purest hope of a child.

Alice ate the biscuit in her mouth, pulled Bob along and left, saying to the twins, "You guys go to learn. I'll take Bob and leave for a while."

Alice pulled Bob outside and into a quiet living room. She sat down on the sofa and held Bob's arm with both hands, staring at him with her clear black and white eyes. "Bob, auntie and you have a good chat, okay?"

Hearing this, Bob seemed to have understood something. His face became even redder and a hint of disappointment flashed across his eyes.

"You said that you want auntie to be your mother; auntie is truly touched. Thank you for allowing me to take on such a great responsibility." Alice stared at him and said, "But Bob has a mother; she's just not here for now;she'll be back."

Bob stood in front of her, bowed his head, bit his lower lip a few times, and said, "She... she doesn't want me anymore."

Back then, Rosanna Tiffany was indeed very selfish. But no matter what, once she escaped, she secretly went to see Bob. She still had a bit of a mother's conscience.

Alice didn't want to discredit his mother in front of Bob, so she took out her phone and called out a photo that she had taken of Bob and the twins in the supermarket.

"Look." Alice pulled Bob into her embrace, zoomed in on the photo, and pointed at the person that revealed half of his figure behind the shelves, Your mother, she's been secretly watching you."

Bob stretched out his small hand and grabbed her phone. He looked at the blurry figure and asked stiffly, "Secretly?"

"Well, Bob's mom had a little problem and will pick you up when she's done with it, okay?"

Alice said gently.

Bob was thin, only short, and she didn't want to hug him even when he was in her arms. He looked at her, moved his lips a few more times, and finally bowed his head helplessly.

"What is it? Just say it directly in front of auntie, okay?"

Alice encouraged her softly.

Hearing this, Bob mustered up the courage to look at her again, pointing with his pinky finger, "I ... I want you to be a mother, not her."

It was rare for Bob to say such a long sentence, but Alice did not expect it to be this sentence.

She never thought that Bob would have such deep feelings for her. She took care of Bob because he was too pitiful and because she was afraid of his vicious personality, or it was because he protected Kathy that she brought him home.

However, she didn't expect Bob to unknowingly think of her as his mother. With his character, if it wasn't because he had too much hope in his heart, he would never speak up.

And from the beginning to the end, she had never thought of adopting Bob.

All of a sudden, Alice didn't know how to face this child's eyes that she looked forward to the most. She looked at him and said, "But Bob has his own mother. In the future when Bob and Mom go back, they can also come here often to play with auntie and siblings."

Bob was a very sensitive child, and he struggled out of Alice's arms with a hint of resistance, as if he knew everything.

Alice carried him back.

Bob struggled again. Alice did not let him struggle free; he only stopped moving, and looked at her for a long time. Then she slowly said, "I... naughtily."

Alice frowned her eyebrows, "Who said that we, Bob, is a bad child? Bob is a big brother with a lot of responsibilities, and when the Kathy was bullied, it was you who helped, right?"

"Then, you don't want me?"

Bob paused, clearly disappointed.

"Little fool." Alice looked at him, "Everyone has their own mother. No matter what, staying with their own mother is always the first choice, do you understand?"

"I don't want her." Bob spoke quickly this time. "She doesn't want me, either."

It was really hard to say if Rosanna Tiffany could take good care of Bob in his current state.

Alice didn't know what to say.

Bob grabbed her sleeve and looked at her steadily, saying with some urgency, "Be my mother, I ... I ... I'm a good child. I ... I ... I don't fight. I... I don't bite."