Summary of Eight Kickass Uncle’ Sweet Spoil By Amber Arnold Chapter 263 from Eight Kickass Uncle Sweet Spoil
Eight Kickass Uncle’ Sweet Spoil By Amber Arnold Chapter 263 marks a crucial moment in Swnovels’s Novel novel, Eight Kickass Uncle Sweet Spoil. This chapter blends tension, emotion, and plot progression to deliver a memorable reading experience — one that keeps readers eagerly turning the page.
Chapter 263 What kind of tombstone do you like?
It was the first time Susie knew that there was such a thing. She thought that the ancestral tombs were all divided on the mountain.
“What about our family?” Susie was curious, as long as she caught a question, she would keep asking:
“How many holes are there in our house?”
“Are the ancestors enough to live?”
“If there is not enough room, can we live together?”
“Do the ancestors like Aoyama Cemetery?”
“If Alex dies, can he live there? What about Grandpa Turtle?”
“If I live in the future, can I make a bow on my tombstone?”
Kellen’s mouth twitched.
He picked up a piece of meat and stuffed it into Susie’s mouth: “Kids eat more and talk less.”
Alana muttered: ” Children, don’t say that kind of thing …”
Susie was speechless.
The adults didn’t answer her questions again!
It’s not difficult for her to ask, is it?
With a smile in his eyes, Martin answered one by one:
“The tomb of the Murray family is not based on the hole, but on the
square meter. We currently have 100 square meters.”
Each tomb is sold at a minimum of three square meters, which is probably the size of the cemetery.
One hundred square meters is considered a large area for the general area of the cemetery.
Self–contained front and rear gardens… there is no need to mention these.
“The ancestors are enough to live… At least for a hundred years, there is no need to add more.”
Craig choked on a mouthful of rice.
How strange is this topic!
“The ancestors should like Aoyama Cemetery!” Martin finally returned to her question: “Susie likes bows?”
Susie nodded: “Yeah, this will make me look different from other
tombstones!”
Everyone was speechless.
Anyway, they have never seen a tombstone in the shape of a bow…
This topic is out of the question.
Some adults coughed, some drank water, chanted how to do it, and some pretended to chat about recent projects.
Susie could only look at Wade: “Then what kind of tombstone do you like?”
Wade didn’t speak.
“Zion, what about you?”
Zion was speechless. In meditation.
Susie looked at Hamza again: “What about you?”
Hamza was speechless.
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Lucy raised her hand: “I like the one in the shape of a sheep!”
Everyone was speechless.
Can this be said?
Children are really innocent…
In the end, Alana ended the topic: “Eat! Anyone who doesn’t eat well, I will check them one by one.”
The children shrank their necks and quickly picked up the rice.
Susie suddenly remembered something, approached Kellen, and asked quietly: “So, Dad, what about our family’s? Do the ancestors like their tombstones?”
Kellen was speechless.
The level of this question is too high for him to answer.
She raised her hand and gestured: “Such a change, then curled up into a ball, and with a whoosh, it came out of the hole!”
Wade pondered: “It’s possible!”
After all, what he does is not as good as Susie’s… After Susie’s Binding Ghost Net catches a ghost, the ghost will scream and then can’t move.
I guess I can’t make it bigger or smaller.
So he is different, he wants to calculate the smallest unit of ghosts…
Wade immediately went to get a pen and started drawing geometric figures in his notebook.
Susie squatted aside to watch for a while, felt bored, and ran out to play again.
Outside the Murray family.
A little girl in a black T–shirt and sun protection hoodie passed by.
She stood in front of the Murray family’s door and looked up. Her eyes were light amber, which made her look a little indifferent.
She hummed softly, walking away slowly with a hint of disdain.
On the way back, Martin saw a little girl walking alone. Out of curiosity, he took a second look.
Does this kid live nearby? Looking at six or seven years old, Martin thought it was the kid who came out to play by himself, so he didn’t care.
It’s summer vacation, and many children nearby will play together in small groups, most of them are children in primary school, and I have seen them walking alone.
As soon as I got home, I saw Susie running out.
“Hey, it’s you, Uncle!”
Susie squeezed her fingers and made up her mind.
Why did she count that some incredible people had come?
“It’s kind of weird, let’s do the math again.”
Susie grabbed the turtle and tossed it.
The tortoise immediately turned around in circles…turn and turn……
It has calmed down.
The tortoise stretched out its head, skillfully grabbed the nearest blade of grass, and turned over.
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