"It's okay!" Mu Shuangshuang shook her head.
"Fourth Uncle, are you hungry? You take this bun and eat it first!" Mu Shuangshuang waved the small steamed bun in her right hand.
Mu Dajiang's stomach growled loudly.
Mu Xiaxia was the same, during the two days at the Drunken Red House, she was not only whipped but also deprived of food.
She had long been dizzy with hunger, but at that time, her nerves were tense, so she didn't feel as bad.
Now, with Mu Shuangshuang by her side, she felt at ease and only felt a bit of cramping pain in her stomach.
"Fourth Uncle, go to the street and buy Xiaxia a bowl of porridge! Xiaxia hasn't eaten for two days, I'm afraid she can't eat anything as greasy as the steamed buns!" Mu Shuangshuang said.
Mu Dajiang nodded quickly, then suddenly remembered that he had half a penny left in his hand, how was he supposed to buy porridge?
Mu Dajiang hesitated in place, not knowing how to explain to Shuangshuang.
