The middle-aged man wearing an evil ghost on his head noticed that everyone was looking at him, and he continued to speak as if he was showing off his sense of humor,

"Pluck off the feathers, skewer it on an iron rod, and roast it over the fire. Then brush on some cumin and soy sauce... Hmph, it tastes amazing!"

As he spoke, he even sucked in some saliva, trying to scare Alex.

While everyone else was teasing the parrot, he also wanted to scare it and see its reaction.

Alex was frightened and stunned.

Alex was indeed different from other parrots, with an intelligence equivalent to that of a seven or eight-year-old child, so it could understand what was being said.

Imagine someone suddenly coming up to you and saying that your child is very smart and would taste great skewered over a fire with some cumin sprinkled on it... Wouldn't you be horrified?

Alex let out a startled cry and buried itself in Susie's clothes.

The middle-aged man found this scene amusing and burst out laughing.

Mrs. Alana was a little angry and said coldly, "What nonsense are you spouting? Do you want me to roast you on the stove?"

The middle-aged man laughed and said, "Oh, come on, it was just a joke. Don't take it so seriously."

Mrs. Alana's face was stern, and she looked at him coldly. "Apologize!"

In Mrs. Alana's eyes, Alex was not just a bird. After spending so much time together, she had developed feelings for it, and it was already a member of the Murray family.

Suddenly, someone saying they wanted to roast it was not only offensive, but also insulting.

The middle-aged man suddenly found it uninteresting and muttered, "I guess I can't joke around. It's just a bird after all. I was just playing with it because I like it."

Susie turned her attention away from the evil ghost and frowned. "Uncle, what you said was wrong! This is not a joke, it's offensive."

Wade was angry and said, "Apologize!"

Hamza looked at him coldly, his voice reminiscent of Susie's, icy and chilling. "Uncle Colt, teach him a lesson."

Mrs. Alana had brought Uncle Colt and two bodyguards with her when she went out today, and the three big men immediately stood up and rolled up their sleeves.

The middle-aged man was taken aback, and everyone else quickly tried to calm things down. "Come on, it's not that serious. He just said something inappropriate. Don't resort to violence!"

Hamza coldly said, "Violence? We're just joking around with him."

The middle-aged man said, remained silent.

Seeing the two bodyguards closing in on him, the middle-aged man couldn't come up with a good excuse and could only mutter, "I'm sorry, is that not enough... I'm sorry!"

He quickly left, muttering to himself as he walked away, "What kind of people are they? Making a big deal out of a joke and resorting to violence."

It was just a bird, was it really necessary to make such a fuss about it?

Susie saw the old man about to leave and quickly looked towards Master Fu. Mitch said, "Don't worry, he can't run away now that she's seen him." Since she had already seen him, he couldn't possibly escape. ...Except for the crybaby at the beginning.

The crybaby had become a thorn in Mitch's heart that he couldn't get over.

He had been unable to find him for so long that, at this point, Mitch had secretly sent out a dark glow and marked the evil ghost in front of him.

Ryan changed his clothes and came down, saying, "Let's go!" Although Mrs. Alana was uncomfortable with it, she had no choice. This kind of thing wouldn't warrant calling the police and involving them, and there was nothing they could do.

"Let's go!" She held Susie's hand and touched Alex's half-exposed head. "It's okay, we scared him away. As long as grandma is here, nobody will dare to roast you."

Wade was indignant. "That's right, if anyone wants to roast Alex, we'll roast them first!"

Zion asked, "Roast what?"

Everyone remained silent.

Ryan led a few people to the cafeteria, where there were indeed a lot of people. Fortunately, it wasn't peak hours yet, so they could just queue up for a while. He asked Mrs. Alana to sit down and took a few little ones to queue up.

Susie picked up a plate and shouted, "Wu hu~ Let's queue up!" She had learned this from Lucy. Ryan's mouth twitched as he picked up Susie and she could see what dishes were available at the window in front. When she saw them, tears of joy flowed from her mouth. "I want a big chicken leg, I want sweet and sour spareribs, I want fried eggs, I want shrimp fried with chili peppers!"

Ryan's eyes were full of amusement. "Can you eat that much?"

Susie patted her little belly and nodded. "I can!"

Ryan asked again, "Shrimp fried with chili peppers is spicy. Can you eat spicy food?"

Susie nodded confidently. "I can!"

Alex tilted his head and couldn't help but interject, "If she can eat it, so can I!"

Ryan's colleagues walked by and greeted him with a smile. "Oh, Dr. Xavier, is this your daughter?"

"You little brat, when did you secretly have such a big daughter? Let uncle hold her!"

"Don't mind this weirdo, let auntie hold her!"

Everyone was queuing up and having a good time. Wade, Hamza, and Zion, who were queuing up behind them, stared at the scene. They weren't happy that so many people were trying to get their hands on their little sister.

On the other side.

A middle-aged man with an evil ghost above his head followed his family to visit a relative who was hospitalized for surgery. The relative had coronary heart disease and thrombosis due to untreated high blood pressure for a long time. He almost lost his life but was luckily saved.

In the ward, during the doctor's routine rounds, he reminded the family, "The patient can be discharged today. Please pay attention, the patient not only has hypertension and coronary heart disease but also has diabetes.

The diet should be light, low in sugar and fat. Fruits like bananas, oranges, watermelons, and grapes that are too sweet should not be eaten or eaten sparingly, and it's better not to eat them. You can eat some low-sugar fruits such as cucumbers and other vegetable fruits."

The patient's daughter nodded quickly and wrote down all the precautions on a page of her notebook. The other children were busy with the discharge procedures.

At this time, the relative came to visit with a basket of fruits. Everyone greeted and cared for the patient, discussing what they could or couldn't eat, which needed more attention.

The patient was ready to be discharged, and his mood had improved a lot. He joked and complained, "My daughter won't let me eat this and won't let me eat that." Suddenly, the middle-aged man sneered and loudly said, "Let me tell you, there's nothing you can't eat! How can you get better if you don't eat well? Don't listen to the doctors, your daughter is the same. What kind of daughter doesn't let her father eat something? "

Everyone remained silent.

The patient's daughter held back her anger and said, "Cousin-in-law, it's not like that. My dad's current physical condition is not suitable for high-sugar food. It's not that I'm not filial or don't want to let my dad eat."

The man was indifferent, "There's no such thing as not letting people eat. Those doctors are afraid of trouble, so they just tell you not to eat this or that, but it's all fine." He even joked with the patient on the bed, "Uncle Westin is being discharged. Let's have a drink to celebrate when we go back!"

The patient's daughter was speechless. It's ridiculous to have a newly discharged patient drinking alcohol. She said, "The doctor said no smoking or drinking. It's absolutely prohibited! Cousin-in-law, don't make trouble!"

The man waved his hand and said, "What do you know? Which man doesn't smoke or drink? Smoking and drinking prolong life! You just don't want to buy good cigarettes and alcohol for your dad."

The patient's daughter was furious.