Estre Berrocal was dumbfounded when Paulita took her out to the patio.


    There was a real helicopter parked in the yard.


    Inside was box after box of cherries,rge, brightly colored and so fresh they looked like they had just been picked from the orchard.N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content.


    There were workers unloading boxes and boxes of cherries to take home.


    Paulita smiled through her ckened teeth and eyebrows, “Hey, I ate a bowl of cherries! Do you want some?”


    Paulita ate cherries with her brother and the two yed spitball and the cherries were quickly consumed.


    Estre Berrocal looked around and saw no sign of Adán Rouco, where was he on a weekend?


    “Where’s Dad?”


    “Looks like Dad went out and said he had some shopping to do!”


    Estre Berrocal wondered what Adán Rouco had gone out to buy.


    Felipa washed a tray of cherries and said with a smile, “Young hostess, try them, I heard they were brought from Chile.”


    “Chile? So far away?”


    “Yes, I heard from Young Owner thatst night, in the middle of the night, Young Hostess fell asleep and kept screaming for cherries, so Young Owner sent someone to Chile to fly a ne of cherries overnight, Young Hostess, Young Owner really loves you.”


    Estre Berrocal almost choked on her cherry and coughed several times.


    “Young hostess, aren’t the cherries good?” Felipa patted him on the back and helped smooth his breath.


    “No, no, it’s pretty sweet.”


    In addition, these cherries are very juicy, sweet and sour in the mouth, with an excellent vor, much better than those bought in the market.


    After all, the cherries that have just arrived must not have left the trees long ago and are fresh.


    “Felipa, where are all the cherries, have you eaten them all?”


    Felipa smiled, “All eaten, Paulita and Dante have eaten quite a bit all morning.”


    Estre Berrocal watched as Paulita and Dante yed the “blood spitting game.” “They weren’t eating, they were ying with the cherries.”


    As we were talking, the ck Spyker entered the yard.


    Adán Rouco is back.


    She walks in with her long legs carrying a couple of cheap-looking white stic bags.


    Estre Berrocal saw what appeared to be breakfast inside and ran toward it, asking with arched eyebrows, “What did you go to get me to eat?”


    Adán Rouco held up the stic bag in front of his eyes: “Asking for cherries in the middle of the night and then pancakes first thing in the morning, Mrs. Rouco, you are a real asshole”.


    “…”


    Estre Berrocal blushes.


    Did he really talk in his sleep thinking about food? Howe he doesn’t remember?


    Felipa was in a good mood as she watched the two love each other, “Young hostess, when a woman is pregnant, she craves it, and Young owner doesn’t mind if you like to eat, so you can eat all you want!”


    “…”


    How do you make it sound like I’m a foodie?


    Estre Berrocal ate the breakfast Adán Rouco had bought, and her heart felt as if it had been drizzled with a thickyer of honey, so sweet it was about to ferment.


    Around here, everything is an area of vis with a few small stores and stalls selling pancakes.


    He also bought her bean juice, he really knows her taste.


    “Where did you go to buy it?”


    Adán Rouco sat off to the side, looking at his phone for a few moments as he absentmindedly replied, “I went for a long walk this morning, looking for it. ”


    “What time did you get up today?”


    “Six and a half.


    so early in the morning?


    Estre Berrocal felt guilty that she had to get up at 6:30 a. m. to bring him breakfast on a weekend when she was working so hard.


    Estre Berrocal looked down and bit into her pancake, and for no apparent reason, her eyes grew warm.


    Adán Rouco looks at his phone for a moment, the sound of the person next to him has disappeared, he looks down at her and sees that she is already crying.


    Adán Rouco: …


    “What’s the matter, why are you crying all of a sudden?”


    Could it be pregnancy syndrome?


    At the thought of this cape, Adán Rouco frowned slightly.


    “You wanted cherries, didn’t I have them delivered to Chile in the middle of the night? You wanted pancakes, I got up in the morning and went to look for a pancake stand? What is it, what else do you want to eat? Tell me, you want to eat the moon in the sky, I’ll pick it all up for you. Stop crying, why are you crying”.


    His tone was gentle and his gaze soft, but Estre Berrocal’s tears fell even faster.


    Adán Rouco raised his hand and gently wiped away her tears with his fingertips.


    Estre Berrocal’s eyes watered and she smiled like a kitten: “It’s not as if you were eating the moon out of the sky, and besides, how are you going to catch it? And no, I’m not hungry enough to eat the moon”.


    Adán Rouco was slightly relieved to see her smile: “If one day you keep shouting for the moon in the middle of the night, what can I do, I’ll try to catch it.


    With that soft, faint word, Estre Berrocal’s gaze on him became even more moist and loving.


    “I was moved to tears.”


    “Stop crying, if you keep crying, breakfast will get cold soon.”


    Estre Berrocal emitted a jocr “mmm” and finished the breakfast that Adán Rouco had bought.


    Paulita smelled the aroma and ran over, her little hands pawing the table, her big dark eyes looking at the empty bowls and stic bags, her big eyes blinking with some resignation, “Estre, did you eat it all? Why didn’t you call Paulita to eat with you?”


    “Do you want too?”


    “… Mmmm! Can you ask daddy to bring one for Paulita tomorrow too, Paulita wants bean juice too!”


    Adán Rouco immediately said: “Children cannot eat bean juice, they will not grow any more”.


    Paulita’s little face held back, “Daddy, are you my real daddy?”.


    Adán Rouco takes a cherry from the fruit tray and puts it in the little boy’s mouth: “Eat the fruit”.


    Paulita grunted, put her little arms together and said proudly, “I want bean juice!”.


    The daughterpetes with the wife for the favor and Adán Rouco surprisingly enjoys it.


    Adán Rouco picked up an almost tearful Paulita to sit on hisp and cuddled her, “Good, tomorrow daddy will buy more!”.


    “Daddy you are really Paulita’s real father!”


    The little one barks and kisses Adán Rouco hard on the cheek.


    …


    Not only has Estre Berrocal put on weight in recent times, but not even Adán Rouco and Paulita have escaped thew of true aroma.


    Estre Berrocal is naturally guilty of eating alone, and the best thing to do is to drag along Adán Rouco and Paulita.


    Eating fat alone is a sin, eating fat together is happiness.


    Paulita ate with Estre Berrocal, while Adán Rouco, naturally, did not, but every time Estre Berrocal ate half of it, she pushed her in front of Adán Rouco, treating himpletely like a wastebasket.


    Adán Rouco is not a chubby person, his weight does not vary throughout the year, but he has gained a few G’s in thest few days, eating with pregnant women.


    So, one morning, Estre Berrocal was still in bed and Paulita was alreadymenting.


    “Dad, I don’t want to go running! Dad’s going alone!”


    “Kids need to exercise!”


    “Dad I’m not going! Dad, I’m not fat.”


    Paulita stayed on the floor and refused to leave, so Adán Rouco carried her directly to the floor in his arms.


    The gentlemen usually go for an early morning run and Paulita asks the same question every day at the breakfast table.


    “Dad, can I stop running tomorrow? I feel like I’ve lost all my weight.”


    Adán Rouco usually has the official answer: “Running requires persistence”.


    Thus, Estre Berrocal was the only one who ended up gaining weight, while Adán Rouco and Paulita not only did not gain weight but developed a good exercise habit.


    Estre Berrocal: It’s not easy to ask for a fat friend who is fat together.