As soon as the phone connected, James Blackās voice calling her and a question came through.
"What did you do wrong?" he asked.
Hearing his tone, Jane Sampson knew that this incident was, after all, unavoidable.
"I was wrong for being disobedient, sneaking snacks," Jane Sampson put on her best apologetic attitude, but then felt the need to further explain, continuing, "But I wasnāt very disobedient, I just had two slices, really, just two slices, just the ones captured in the video, I didnāt sneak more."
"James, I truly regret it, Iāll turn over a new leaf, and I wonāt do it again." Jane Sampson whined, feigning pity, "I wonāt do it again, can you not be angry?"
Can you not be angry?
James Black was utterly at a loss on how to respond to her question.
When he saw the video, he was genuinely mad, mad at her for being disobedient and snacking randomly, mad that she didnāt know how to take care of herself, and worried that sheād eat too much and feel uncomfortable tomorrow.
But seeing her admit her mistake, acknowledging her fault, and hearing her aggrieved tone, he couldnāt stay angry anymore.
In this world, only Jane Sampson could make him, James Black, feel so stifled.
He worried that if he spoke too harshly, sheād sulk and be unhappy.
But Jane Sampson, time and again, would cheerfully admit her mistake, yet stubbornly refuse to change.
James Black didnāt even know what to do with Jane Sampson.
"So if you slip up again, what then?" James Black asked.
"Then just punish me by not letting me eat double-layer milk curd for a year?" Jane Sampson, hearing Jamesā question, knew her apologetic approach was working.
So, she went all out with this response to test James Black.
"Say it again, let me record it, so you canāt deny it later," said James Black, "Say it again."
"Okay! If I mess up again, then punish me by not letting me eat double-layer milk curd for a year!" Jane Sampson cooperatively replied, joyfully repeating it for James to hear.
Just as she heard Jamesā deep laugh from the other end, carrying a tone of satisfaction, she chuckled lightly too, "Then you should bring me double-layer milk curd this weekend!"
Not a question, but a reminder.
How could James Black not know about Jane Sampsonās little schemes?
"Depends on your performance," James Black said.
"Alright!" Jane Sampson replied very cheerfully, "Itās very late, you should quickly go rest."
"Okay," said James Black, holding the mobile phone, feeling reluctant to end the call, wanting to hear her voice a bit longer.
But it truly was very late, he could stay up late, but Jane Sampson couldnāt, her filming work wasnāt much easier than his daytime training.
So, even though he was somewhat reluctant, James Black still hung up the phone first.
Jane Sampson happily rolled around on the bed with her mobile phone, feeling overjoyed.
She noticed that James Black recently had an extremely high tolerance for her, with obvious increases in patience and forbearance.
This made her happiness level rise rapidly.
You know, when she had just reborn, sitting cross-legged on the sofa was enough to make him furrow his brows upon seeing her.
Now, he had grown accustomed to her habits, even seeing it, it didnāt evoke any expression.
Jane Sampson gleefully posted on twitter.
@Janeās Mr. Black double-layer milk curd this weekend, I want a big serving! The super big size! The biggest one possible! ā Jane Sampson.
Seeing Jane Sampson post on twitter at this time, her night owl fans were amused.
Netizen: Our Monkey King of Sampton is definitely the artist who loves posting on twitter the most, as fans, this is such a great perk.