Food was still in her mouth that she hadnāt had time to swallow, and James quickly hooked it with his tongue.
Jane sat there petrified, not moving at all; her one hand still holding a steamed bun and scallion pancakes, the other hand in the air, nearly unsure where to place it.
Feeling James snatching food from her mouth, Jane wanted to push him away, but her hand was as if under a paralysis spell, unable to move an inch for half a day.
She didnāt know how long it took before James finally released her.
His deep voice came to her ears with a hint of a smile, "Tastes good."
Jane felt her head fill with blood, her face turning almost as red as a ripe persimmon.
She slowly turned her head away, not daring to give James even a glance.
After a long while, then with her head tilted to the side, she slowly reached out her hand straight to James, "Here, you eat!"
James actually bent down and took a bite.
The steamed bun with a piece of scallion pancake was indeed delicious.
But delicious as it was,
there was something missing from the taste.
He always felt it wasnāt as sweet as the bite he had snatched from his own wifeās mouth.
This time, Jane didnāt tease James anymore. Turning her head, she saw him biting exactly where she had, Janeās gaze drifting as she asked in a low voice, "Tasty, right?"
"Mhm," James nodded and after saying that, he added, "Not as tasty as you."
Janeās face burned again, and she turned to glare at James.
However, this shy blush on her face, coupled with her glaring eyes, appeared utterly coquettish.
"Youāre such a..." Jane pursed her lips, but she didnāt give him any adjectives, not even one word more.
Jane pulled up a chair and sat next to James, then with her free hand, she opened the pot edge paste and turned to look at James, "Try this first?"
"Whichever you like." Seeing Jane about to write the three words āI want to eatā clearly on her face, James nodded, watching her lean over to untie the purse with her head down, he quietly curled his lips.
If he hadnāt been spending time with Jane recently, James wouldāve never noticed that such a thin and frail Jane was actually a little hamster who loved food.
Because she only had one hand free, it took Jane a while to unpack it. After she did, she moved the bowl to the center of the small table and spooned up a small spoonful to feed James.
After James had a bite, she hastily asked, "Is this tasty?"
James slightly raised his eyebrows, clearly in a good mood, and gave a compliment, "Not bad."
That ānot badā clearly hooked Janeās craving for food.
She quickly took a bite, cooling the hot food with sharp breaths, but didnāt forget to praise it, "Itās really tasty! Iām starting to love it here so much!"
In just a few minutes, Jane had already planned out all the breakfast they would have during their stay in the hospital for the next few days.
One day this, the next day that, down the entire street, half a month might pass without repeating any meal.
"You take a bite, I take a bite." Jane was so happy she could almost fly, feeding James while her mouth wasnāt idle besides eating, "A bite for James, a bite for me, letās not disdain each other, and try to finish all the stuff I bought!"