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Sure enough, James Black saw those restless chopsticks poking around in his dipping sauce bowl, and the owner of the chopsticks seemed completely unaware of his watchful gaze.
"Jane Sampson!" James Black nearly growled her name through clenched teeth.
Such a mischievous mindâshe couldnât be left unwatched for even one second.
Oops! Caught.
Janeâs hand froze abruptly, and she lifted her eyes to look at James Black, her face filled with guilt, "Werenât you getting tofu? Whereâs the tofu?"
James Black ignored Jane completely, took the chopsticks from her hand, and handed her a new pair.
Knowing she was at fault, Jane took the new chopsticks without a word and obediently lowered her head to eat whatever James Black put into her bowl, not daring to bring up the tofu again.
But the more she couldnât have it, the more Jane wanted to eat the stuff right in front of her eyes.
Spicyâ a flavor she hadnât tasted in such a long time.
Had it been half a year? She hadnât eaten spicy strips since.
James Black kept her on such a tight leash that there was nowhere in the house to hide any spicy strips.
Back then, when she learned that the film crew would be stopping at King Town, she and Coco Edwards had excitedly planned to indulge in King Townâs famous spicy hotpot.
But now Coco was lying in the hospital, unable to come to King Town.
And there Jane was, she had made it to King Town, seen the chili peppers, but hadnât even sniffed the aroma, let alone tasted it.
There was a saying on the internet,
"Whatâs the point of coming to King Town if you donât try King Townâs chili? Is it any different from not coming at all?"
So, Jane asked herself with her hand pressed to her forehead, what was the point of coming to King Town, if there was no difference from not coming?
Jane glanced at James Black, and just then, he was dipping a slice of beef in the sauce and bringing it to his mouth.
Scratching her head, Jane thought for a moment, then suddenly stood up with her bowl and sat down next to James Black, "As husband and wife, sitting face-to-face across the table seems a bit distant. Itâs much warmer to sit close together like this."
Initially, James Black had sat next to Jane, but had moved across the table to serve the ingredients and to make it easier to pick out food for her.
When Jane moved over with her tableware, James Black didnât say anything, just slid over a little to make room for her.
Of course, James Black didnât believe a single punctuation mark of the explanation that Jane had given.
Without even having to count on his fingers, James Black knew that Jane must be scheming something in her heart.
After Jane sat down, she became exceptionally diligent, replacing James Blackâs efforts and adding lots of meat and vegetables to the pot. When it was ready to eat, she kept adding food to James Blackâs bowl.
Just like how James Black had taken care of her at the start, she loaded up his bowl to the brim.
James Black glanced at his mountainous bowl and chuckled lightly, "Switching to flattery mode now?"
"What are you talking about?" Jane looked up at James Black, her eyes brimming with confusion as if she really didnât understand what he was saying.
"Never mind," considering the situation, James Black thought he might have overthought it. Seeing her expression, she genuinely didnât seem to be up to something.
"You should eat quickly, or there wonât be space left in the bowl," Jane urged as she pushed James Blackâs arm.
Finally, James Black began to eat.
However, a few seconds later...
James Black found himself completely out of patience thanks to the tantalizing Jane.
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