How the world was screwed for the past two years

Abel leaned back leisurely. His arms spread on the armrest, sitting on the head seat, eyes on Conan. Unlike his usual table manners, Conan just gobbled up the food he could reach as if Sunny's spirit possessed him. 

"Handsome Uncle, didn't you eat anything for the past two years?" asked Sunny, pursing her lips as she gazed at the disappearing food on the table. Her mother prepared a feast for all of them, but at this rate, she wouldn't fill her stomach because Conan suddenly earned an appetite after his slumber. 

"What do you think we've been doing for the past two years in that damn world?" Conan's reply was almost uninterpretable, speaking with his mouth full.

"Sunny, baby, here." Sunny turned her head to her mother, who was sitting just right beside her. "Your grandpa and uncles had a harsh two years, so they're famished."

"Sunny had a tough two years as well." Sunny pouted while her mother smiled subtly, patting the little girl's head.