Anabel usually had leftovers. Looking at the greasy chicken legs and smelling the meat, I could see that her eyes were full of desire.
That annoying little fat boy saw the desire in Anabel's eyes and a wicked smile appeared on his face.
He ran to Anabel with his chubby legs and held the chicken leg next to her nose.
"I'm full and don't want to eat this chicken leg.
"Do you want to eat it?"
Anabel looked at the chicken leg and then at her smiling brother. She hesitated for a while and nodded.
"Yes, I want to eat it."
Jasper smirked, threw the chicken leg on the ground, and stomped on it fiercely with his chubby legs.
Then he shouted at a dog.
"Cale, come."
With two barks, a Rottweiler ran out of the house.
The dog saw the chicken leg under Anabel's feet and pounced on it.
The dog was even taller than Anabel. When Anabel saw the dog, she was so scared that her face turned pale and she fell to the ground.
The dog ate the chicken leg happily, while the naughty chubby boy clapped his hands and laughed.
"I would rather give it to the dog than you!"
The five-year-old girl already had her self-esteem, and her face was filled with fear and humiliation.
I couldn't bear to watch from upstairs.