The steamed bun was exquisitely beautiful, even though it was still raw, it was tantalizing enough to whet one's appetite. Looking at the delicious food before her, her stomach ached a little more.
Reese swallowed, "Is there any that's cooked?"
"I steamed several with Uncle Oliver at noon, but I've already eaten them," the little guy said with a smile. Reese rolled her eyes at him, "That's not friendly, not saving one for your big sister."
"Miss Reese." Oliver raised his hand to support her arm, his gaze falling on the fist pressed against her stomach, "Is your stomach uncomfortable?"
"A bit hungry." Reese gave him a pale smile, "Can you find me something to eat?"
"How late is it, you haven't eaten yet!" Oliver frowned, hurriedly helping her to sit down in a chair, then walked over to the fridge, opened the fridge door, and closed it again, "No, your stomach's not well, you shouldn't eat something cold... Oh, right, there's some leftover porridge from lunch."
