"James Black, with all his annoying traits, only Jane Sampson can tolerate him, managing this, managing that, dealing with so much at such a young age. Every time he visits, he takes my tea, saying Iām old and my sleep isnāt good, and he keeps me from indulging too much." Old Master Black boasted, "He takes my precious tea leaves home, and they just end up as tea eggs back in my belly anyway."
"You guys probably donāt know, right? Sometimes Jane Sampson sneaks tea leaves from his refrigerator to cook me something. That little lass knows how to care for people." Old Master Black spoke of this matter with evident excitement.
Over here, everyone was teasing about Jane Sampson and James Blackās affairs, while over there, having walked far, James finally couldnāt help but turn her head around.
"Look ahead while walking," James instructed, "Walk more, exercise a bit."
"Exercising will make me slimmer!" Jane Sampson shook her head, earnestly persuading James, "Itās not easy for me to gain a bit of weight, donāt always try to get rid of it."
"I just wonder how you could so cheerfully agree to the reward of gaining a catty of weight, regardless of how much clothing you wear."
She scoffed, "Keeping some weight only for it to be wasted by you, how much can clothes weigh? When can I actually get your reward?"
"Do you really think clothes can weigh much?" James laughed, "Jane Sampson, if you havenāt lost your memory, you should remember how many catties of clothes you wore last time, right?"
"..." Jane Sampson kept silent.
Really.
It was only three to five catties.
Sheās not doing that anymore now!
Why bring up the past!
Brooke Blackās husband was just two meters away from Jane Sampson and James Black, looking up and seeing Jane Sampson turning her face away and smirking secretly.
"I bet those two up front are bickering again, and Jane lost this time." Brooke gleefully remarked, "I canāt believe thereās a time she doesnāt win."
"Sometimes James wonāt let her win." Father Gingery raised an eyebrow, "Like if I didnāt let you win, do you really think youād win every time we argue?"
Brooke chuckled, "Then you shouldnāt let me win, come on, just win once."
"Thatās not possible. Our son told me, when arguing with a woman, you shouldnāt win." Father Gingery shook his head, "Winning means either no bed to sleep in or no wife."
Brooke immediately burst out laughing, "I never thought our single son had such high awareness."
They spent forty minutes walking around the lake, and that was with Jane Sampson keeping up with Jamesā pace without dawdling.
If she walked at her usual snailās pace, it would probably take about an hour to make the circle back to the starting point.
It was already twelve oāclock when they left the playground. Apart from a grumbling belly, it was also quite hot.
Getting off the shuttle bus, Jane Sampson hurriedly took off her coat and was about to reach to untie her scarf when James held her hand.
"Wait until weāre at the restaurant to take off the scarf. If you take everything off at once, the temperature difference is big, be careful not to catch a cold," James reminded.
Jane Sampson looked up at the blazing sun and hopped aside, swiftly pulling off her scarf and stuffing it into Jamesā arms before skipping off to find James Carter.
The restaurantās spot was pre-booked, and once inside the private room, Jane Sampson finally took off her sunglasses. At this time, the restaurant was bustling with diners.