"It's delicious, it really is, but eating it for a month straight would be too much. I hardly ate any—I'm afraid of gaining weight and I'm afraid of getting heaty," said Jane Sampson. "But the most important thing is, because of the high altitude over there, the rice is always half-cooked and hard to eat. So, I ended up eating noodles for a long time while I was in the small town."
After saying that, Jane Sampson confessed with a straightforward manner, "Even then, James Black cooked noodles for me at noon today. I dreamt about rice during my nap."
And James Black, whose chopsticks were already close to Jane's bowl with meat, turned his head directly after her words and put the food into his own mouth.
Jane Sampson looked on, dumbfounded.
"James Black!!" Jane Sampson called out his name through clenched teeth.
