"Uncle, this is your breakfast. I made it by myself!" Artemis came inside the room with a tray of warm porridge for her Uncle Reed.
"Are you still feeling unwell, Uncle?" Artemis asked. She put her palm on Reed's forehead and hummed for a moment, "Hmm, Uncle's temperature is still high, are you sure we don't need to see the doctor?"
Reed smiled at Artemis and shook his head, "No need, Princess. Uncle is strong. This is just a small fever."
"But you've never been sick, Uncle…." Artemis knew it was just a small fever. But Uncle Reed had her late Dad's original body. It's almost impossible for him to get sick.
"Ahah, that's because Uncle is old. I'm 44 this year. That means I'm not as strong as I used to be," Reed said with a chuckle. "Thank you for breakfast. You should return to your class. The teacher has been waiting, right?"
"Yes, Uncle…"
