"Uncle... I’m hungry."
Hank Thompson held his stomach, ran to Jordan Thompson’s side, and shook Jordan’s big hand, looking rather pitiful.
"Didn’t you just eat lunch, how are you hungry again?"
Jordan questioned with a husky voice.
He had been working on music for a long time and was extremely tired. After Hank woke him up, he simply rolled over and continued to rest with his eyes closed.
"I am hungry. I’m still growing, Uncle, take us out to eat something."
Seeing that Jordan did not open his eyes, Hank could not help but continued to vigorously shake Jordan’s arm. It was as if he was using Jordan’s arm as a rope he was hanging onto.
"Alright, alright." Jordan couldn’t stand Hank’s pestering anymore; his sleepiness completely swept away. With a sigh, he sat up.
"I really owe you guys." Jordan glanced at Hank’s pitiful face from hunger and replied, laughing but pretending to be annoyed.
"Come on, Uncle, hurry up and get dressed. Take us out to eat something. Plus, you can’t stay in your room all day. How will you find us an aunt if you’re in the room all the time?"
Hank rested his cheek on his hand while watching Jordan get dressed.
Although he didn’t want to admit it, Jordan did have a good-looking physique, especially his charming peach blossom eyes that were full of tenderness when he grinned.
Following Jordan’s gaze downwards, Hank observed his thin lips, which looked quite sexy when he was quiet.
However, what Hank envied the most were the eight pack abs on Jordan’s robust waist, they looked quite fascinating.
With these thoughts, Hank stretched out his little hand, attempting to sneakily pinch them, but was caught by Jordan in the very next second.
Jordan looked at the little rogue in front of him who was swallowing his saliva, his lips curving into a smirk.
"What’s this? Are you coveting your uncle’s abs?"
Upon being caught in the act, Hank’s face turned red instantly.
He lowered his head shyly and stroked his chubby belly before speaking leisurely.
"Uncle, how can you say that? I just thought your abs looked like a fake one you’d buy online and stick on your stomach, so I wanted to check if it’s genuine."
Jordan laughed at Hank’s absurd explanation. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NovєlFіre.net
He bent over, intentionally revealing his abs to Hank and said provocatively.
"Come on, little rascal, feel for yourself and see if they’re fake."
But Hank had lost his courage to touch them any further. He glared at Jordan unhappily and muttered.
"Humph, I don’t want to touch them. I’ll have them too in the future."
"Oh, you little devil." Jordan picked up a white casual jacket and pulled Hank out of his room by the collar of his shirt.
"Go and call the others out; Uncle will take you guys for a snack."
Upon hearing this, Hank scampered off to gather the others.
The group left the house in great spirits.
Jordan scrolled through his phone and found a Western restaurant nearby. He drove them there.
"Uncle, I want hotpot.", Hank whimpered from his seat as he saw hotpot restaurants zooming past.
Then, he sidled up to Jordan, who was driving, batting his eyelashes.
Jordan snorted, and with a free hand lifted Hank back to his seat.
"What hotpot, sit down and behave."