"Jasper, it's junk food. We don't eat it.
"I will buy you a big chicken leg tomorrow, okay?"
Jasper was a little afraid of me. Seeing that Kayla didn't give in to him, he stopped crying, sitting angrily on the chair.
I glared at him and snorted.
"I was planning to eat something, but you let that disgusting dog out and made the house stink. I don't feel like eating anything now."
I turned around and waved at Anabel.
"Come here and finish all of this."
Anabel was somewhat surprised and hesitant to come over.
"Come over. What are you standing there for?"
My expression was fierce. Finally, Anabel nodded and sat down on the chair.
Her eyes lit up, and her thin little hands were hesitating over the food as if she didn't know which one to eat first.
The chubby boy, who had been calmed down by his grandmother, started crying again when he saw me giving the delicious food to Anabel.
"Grandma, even the bastard can eat them. Why can't I?"
The moment I gave the food to Anabel, thunder roared in my ears.
I explained hurriedly.
"Didn't your grandmother say that this is junk food?
"Junk food should be eaten by trash. Do you want to eat it? Are you trash?"