"It smells so good." Jane Sampson stuck out her tongue and made a goofy face like a child caught stealing snacks, then sat up straight.
James Black placed the bowl and chopsticks in front of Jane Sampson, looked at her right hand, thought for a moment, and replaced her chopsticks with a soup scoop.
"Thank you." Jane felt that if she didn't say something soon, she might indeed freeze to death from the cold treatment.
James Black still ignored Jane Sampson, simply sat down opposite her, and started picking up vegetables and eating his meal without a care.
Jane was completely dumbfounded.
The main dish was braised noodles, the kind that you had to pick up with chopsticks, those southern braised noodles—was he doing this on purpose or not?
Holding the small soup spoon in her hand, Jane tapped the bowl of braised noodles and said in a soft voice, "James Black, I want to eat this."
The smell was so tempting, Jane was feeling both hungry and eager.
