Chapter 1167: Is That Your Daughter, Sam?

"Wow, thank you for being so kind to me, Uncle Sam." Sasha couldn't wait to pick up a fork placed in front of her, clumsily picked up a dumpling and took a bite. "Hot." The freshly cooked dumpling was a bit too hot, and Sasha, with her tender mouth, spat out her pink little tongue feeling the heat. Her cute appearance was like an unweaned puppy. Sam handed her a glass of cold water, fed it to her by hand, and advised carefully, "Be careful, blow on it before eating." "I know, I won't make you worry next time." "You're so obedient, go ahead. Let me help you put the dumpling on the plate to cool down before eating." He unexpectedly made Pearl feel what true tenderness was. Sam really liked the little girl by his side. However, that little sister wasn't his daughter, so her previous question was indeed quite embarrassing. It's no wonder Miss Pearl would mistake Sasha for Sam's daughter because of the stark difference in Sam's attitude towards her. Absurdly, an idea popped into