Mason put down his life, went to the well and hit the water, washed his hands before entering the kitchen.
The food has been set up, a large pot of pickled fish, enough for a family to eat a meal.
“Big brother, we have a good fortune, and the wife’s craft is very good.” Ashton squeezed his eyes with Mason, he could not wait to taste a bite, more delicious than the braised fish that day.
Mason sat down with a smile, Evelyn handed the good meal to his hand and handed a pair of chopsticks.
“Thank you, hard work.” Mason said politely, the heart could not restrain the warmth.
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