495 Little Devil (Second Update)

Beas was so delighted eating that its little legs were kicking about.

Because Beas was sitting on Mr. Len Atkinson's lap, every time it kicked, Uncle Len felt it was a bit of an effort. With a grunt, he said, "This little guy is really strong. I can't hold him without using some strength."

"What do you think, whose child is this? How did he end up in our family cemetery?" Mr. Clarence Atkinson asked while patiently feeding Beas porridge.

Uncle Len said, "Whose child? Look at this face, this forehead. He's definitely an Atkinson!"

"Ho, you're right, no wonder he looked familiar, as if I'd seen him somewhere before. Now that you mention it, he really does look like an Atkinson."

"I also thought he looked familiar the first time I saw him, and I also felt like I'd seen such a child somewhere..."

As they spoke, the two of them curiously examined Beas, and the more they looked, the more incredulous they became. My goodness, those eyes, these eyebrows, this nose, this mouth...