"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.