Just then, a rumbling noise came from somewhere.
Everyone cast their eyes over and saw Hank Thompson scratching his head, a blush spreading across his cheeks.
"It's not me."
Hank's denial only seemed to make things more evident, but no sooner had he spoken than another sound came from his stomach.
"Mommy, Grace is hungry, let's hurry up and eat," Grace Thompson tugged at Charlotte Thompson's hand and said earnestly.
"Yes, the food that's been prepared has already been reheated several times, hurry up kids, now that Grace has finished her check-up, let's all eat together."
Jasmine Clarkson hastened to say as she approached.
The children then went one after another to wash their hands and sat at the dining table. The dinner Jasmine had prepared was very rich, and the children had long been famished. Now, seeing the food, they couldn't help but eagerly dig in.
"Why are you still here?"
