Nolan Morrison couldn't help but feel excited at the thought of it; he felt like he was almost tongue-tied.
He wanted to prove it impatiently, but was afraid of being disappointed.
He excitedly grasped Matilda Jenkins' arm: "I'm not cold, I'm really fine... Those steamed buns, you can't eat them, let's skip them, and there's other stuff, see what you can eat?"
Matilda Jenkins was puzzled, why does he still seem weird?
She touched her deflated stomach and said, "I am really hungry too; maybe I just returned from overseas, and my stomach hasn't adjusted yet."
Nolan Morrison nodded frantically: "Yeah, yeah... it should be, try eating a bit more."
He carefully supported Matilda Jenkins out of the bathroom.
Matilda Jenkins noticed his continuous worry and how gently he supported her, and she smiled: "What's up with you? I just didn't eat something right earlier, I'm not sick. Why are you being so cautious?"
Nolan Morrison said: "Your face looks particularly bad, I'm worried."
