"The tea leaves you bought for cooking tea eggs don't taste good," Jane Sampson instinctively complained again, "they're not fragrant at all; they're wasting my culinary skills."
"So what do you want me to do?"
Jane's words almost made James Black's temper flare up again. He had already given in so much, and yet she was being stubborn.
"You go buy the tea leaves they use in the storefront for cooking tea eggs," Jane chuckled mischievously, "and after I've cooked them, I'll take them to Peter Gingery! You help me give them to Peter."
"Jane Sampson!" James Black gritted his teeth, "You're re-gifting what I gave to you, to Peter Gingery? Is he your husband, or am I your husband?"
James Black swore, in this world, there was only one person who could push his temper to the edge while he still kept his cool, and that was Jane Sampson.
