Mia is Not a Trouble-Maker! Chapter 459: Final Farewell

Chapter 459: Final Farewell
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Mrs. Walton cried and laughed. “What else do you want to eat? Mommy will make it for you…”
Helena wanted to say that there was no need. She was full, but after some thought, she said coquettishly, “Mommy, I want to eat your braised meatballs.
It has to be spicy! And pickled pepper chicken feet!”
Mrs. Walton wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said, “Alright, alright, alright. Mommy will make it for you now. I knew you wanted to eat spicy food, but you’re not allowed to eat it for treatment. Are you hungry?”
Helena was like a little girl. She hugged Mrs. Walton’s arm and refused to let go. She nodded obediently. “Yes, yes. I want to eat it even in my dreams. I’m so hungry!
Mrs. Walton’s heart ached. She finally had the chance to cook a meal for her beloved youngest daughter. She did not dare to ask for anything else.
Mr. Walton remained where he was.
Helena turned around and waved. “Daddy, don’t stay in the room! Come down quickly!’
Mr. Walton’s lips parted, but in the end, he could only say a few words. “Okay…
okay…” He followed behind and looked at Helena without blinking. He never dreamed when he slept. For a moment, he could not tell if what he was seeing was reality or a dream. If it was a dream, he was afraid that he would wake up if he walked too quickly and his footsteps were too loud.
Helena hugged Mrs Walton’s arm. Mr Walton followed. The three of them went downstairs together.
The originally lively first floor instantly became a little quiet.
George put down the tablet in his hand and stopped looking at the data and emails. Dylan was checking Emma’s homework and closed it at once. None of the brothers who had met Helena last night had been as shocked as they had been at first, only reluctant. Yet the other three…
Henry was forking up a piece of fruit. His mouth opened in shock, and the fruit fell from his hand. Milo rubbed his eyes vigorously, and Quinn stood up abruptly and looked at Helena as if she had seen a ghost.
The adults suddenly fell silent. William couldn’t help but look up. In the end, he saw Auntie, who could only be seen in photos, floating down from upstairs. He was so frightened that he sat on the ground. In the end, there was a building block on the ground. It hurt so much that he let out a cry and jumped up again.
Harper, on the other hand, looked at the white figure in a daze. She could not help but think, This person is so familiar, but who is it?
Emma and Lucas were confused. What’s wrong? What’s wrong with everyone? Why aren’t they saying anything? Are they all stunned and motionless?
Amelia put down her toys and ran over. She asked happily, “Grandma, where are you going?”
Mrs. Walton held Amelia’s hand. “Make your mother spicy meatbballs and pickled pepper chicken feet.”
Amelia raised her hand with sparkling eyes. “Mia wants to eat too!”
George walked over and lowered his eyes to ask, “You want to eat spicy food
Amelia: “Yes, I can!” She also wanted to try what her mother liked to eat. This way, she could help her mother eat many things she liked in the future!
Hence, the Walton brothers, who had just eaten, stood up again and walked towards the kitchen. One chopped meat stuffing, one dealt with the chicken feet, and one went to find pickled peppers. After the chicken feet was cooked, they passed them through cold water and began to remove the bones with scissors.
Henry, Milo, and Quinn stood foolishly at the kitchen door. At this moment, thunder rumbled in their minds, as if they had opened the door to a new world. So there were really… ghosts in this world?
“Helena…” Henry muttered softly. If they could see their sister, so what if it overturned their previous understanding?
In the kitchen, Andrew took out a jar of pickled peppers from somewhere. “Mom, are these old pickled peppers edible? They’ve been soaked for a year or two, right?”
Dylan searched for the bamboo basket in the locker. “Mom, where’s the bamboo basket?”
Chris slapped onions, ginger, and garlic to make seasonings. Unable to find garlic, he spun around anxiously. “Mom, there’s no more garlic?”
Eric raised his voice and said irritably, “Mom, must we peel this chicken bone clean? This is too difficult to peel! Can I just bite it?”
Henry, Milo, and Quinn, who were outside the door, were speechless. However, they were not at home all year round either. They did not know where to put the things they were looking for.
Mrs. Walton glared at them. “Go, go, go. Get out! You only know how to call me Mom every day! ”
Helena laughed at the side. She took out a bamboo basket from the leftmost locker and garlic from the hanging cabinet above.. She said, “That jar of pickled peppers has been soaked for two years and can’t be eaten, but Mom made this pickled pepper two months ago…”