"Uncle, in that case, why don't you take us to see Uncle Henry?"
The children chattered among themselves, finally making this proposal.
Everyone eagerly turned their attention toward Henry Thompson.
Henry Thompson slightly curved the corners of his mouth, nodded, and spoke in a clear and melodious voice.
"Of course, that's possible, but you must eat first. Your mommy instructed that I must ensure you've eaten before you go out."
Henry Thompson pointed to the meal boxes nearby and spoke with a seemingly stern tone.
"Okay, okay."
The children swarmed forward like a buzzing colony and began eating obediently.
With a smile on his face, Henry Thompson took out several napkins and wiped the oil from Cyrus Thompson's mouth.
"Eat slowly, eat slowly."
"Big uncle, you're so nice. You bought all the food we love. We're so happy. Over these few days when mommy wasn't home, the food little uncle brought over was not as delicious as yours."