There's no way "wasting a heavenly gift" could describe Jane Sampson's tea egg today; Old Master Black felt like he was bleeding for James Black from his very heart.
"Jane..." Old Master Black quietly clutched his chest, "is it because you're afraid I, this old man, would discipline you now that you've become an actor?"
Jane Sampson was caught off guard by Old Master Black's direct question and paused for two seconds before nodding honestly, "I'm sorry, grandpa; I shouldn't have kept it from you all, I shouldn't have lied to you."
"I'm not angry, really, I'm very open-minded as an old man, and not at all upset," Old Master Black tried his best to smile genuinely.
But he had grown accustomed to being stern in his youth, and that smile seemed somewhat forced.
"But this morning..." Jane Sampson toyed with the tea egg in her palm.
"This morning I was just trying to scare you," said Old Master Black hastily. "So, can you tell me how much tea leaves you used to cook this tea egg?"
