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Chapter 828: Birthday!

Amelia happened to swim to the shore and shouted, “I’m not naked, I’m not naked. Grandma, I’m still wearing a pair of underwear!”

Alex scooped Amelia up and quickly took the towel from Mrs. Walton’s hand. He wrapped Amelia up and began to run. As he ran, he said, “Cold water trains one’s will!”

Mrs. Walton stood rooted to the ground, cursing. Her heart ached. When she saw that Alex and Amelia had run out of sight, the expression on her face faded. She walked back silently. Mia had to train. She didn’t seem to be able to do anything but feel sorry for them. In just a week, Mia had lost weight. Her small, round face was now showing her sharp chin.

“No, I must go back and stew chicken.” Mrs. Walton muttered to herself, “Stewed chicken doesn’t seem to be enough to nourish the body. Then I’ll get some sea cucumber. Children should be able to eat sea cucumber, right? What else can nourish the body? I have to think…”

Time passed quickly. The weekend that the Walton family had agreed to go to Rainbow Island to celebrate Amelia’s fifth birthday arrived. Emma was so happy that she flew. In order to play to her heart’s content, she did her best to finish both days of homework on the weekend. This was very difficult for her!

“Let’s go, let’s go!” Emma ran quickly. After getting into the car, she ran down again. “My bucket! Bucket!”

Amelia called out names in the car. “Seven!”

Seven, who was in the thermal pet bag, stuck his head out. “Here!”

Amelia: “General!”

General barked majestically.

Amelia: “Guard!”

Guard stuck to Amelia’s leg and licked her foot.

Amelia: “Gold!”

Gold knew how to do it. He jumped into Amelia’s arms and rolled over, revealing his stomach. “Meow…”

Seven made a very vivid sound. “Ptui!” It flapped its wings and was very indignant. “Shameless stinky cat!”

Amelia made a sound of surprise. Who was missing…

“Aiyo, Grandpa Turtle too!” Amelia quickly ran out of the car and bumped into Emma, who was carrying a small bucket.

“Ouch!”

“Ouch!”

The sisters hugged their heads at the same time. The bucket in Emma’s hand fell, and Grandpa Turtle rolled out.

“Are you alright?” Emma touched Amelia’s head, not caring that her head hurt.

Amelia shook her head. “It hurts a little, but it’s fine. Sister Emma, your head is really too big!” The two of them chatted happily. Seeing that they were still not picking it up, Grandpa Turtle on the ground quietly climbed back into the bucket.

“Let’s go!” Emma picked up the bucket. Amelia stuck her head out and glanced at Grandpa Turtle. “We just took attendance. Now I’m calling your name, Grandpa Turtle, you have to say ‘here’!”

Grandpa Turtle:

Amelia: “Grandpa Turtle!”

Grandpa Turtle:  It was stunned for a moment, and then… it knocked its head against the small bucket with a bang.

Amelia was stunned for a moment before she laughed out loud. She reached out and patted Grandpa Turtle’s head. “Does it hurt?”

Emma laughed too. “Next time you should hit it with your shell!”

Everyone could not help but laugh.

Mrs. Walton walked last and nagged, “Slow down. There’s no hurry. It’s our family’s plane. What’s the hurry…”

The ten low-key Maybachs slowly drove away from the Walton residence. The huge Walton residence seemed to be empty all of a sudden. Only the huge rock Amelia had brought back stood alone in front of the main building…

After the Walton family left, the cloth covering the stone was blown away, revealing a dazzling purple color. Grandpa Newton was patrolling with a pitchfork when he saw the exposed jadeite.

“Wealth should not be leaked…” Grandpa Newton muttered. When he saw Mrs. Taylor pickling vegetables, he took the white plastic film that she had prepared to cover it with and wrapped it around the huge rock.

Mrs. Taylor: “Hey, what are you doing? This is for me to use!” Then, she looked at the stone that was entangled. It was gray and looked like it had horns on its head. It was so ugly.

Grandpa Newton said, “Don’t you still have two vats that haven’t started marinating? Later, dry the pickled vegetables on the rocks. It’ll be clean and easy to dry.”

Mrs. Taylor: This was not an ordinary stone. Could it be used to dry pickled vegetables?

Grandpa Newton waved his hand. “Just listen to me!”

Mr. Smith had specially instructed that this stone was worth hundreds of millions. Currently, he was still looking for a suitable sculpting artist. He had to take good care of it.