And James Black, he just watched, watched as Jane Sampson ladled soup for Bright Sampson, then promised to make him spicy beef, and after that, she herself took a couple of bites of vegetables before peeling shrimp for Bright Sampson.
James Black glanced at the shrimp meat in her hand, then asked, "Does Bright Sampson not have hands? Needs you to peel shrimp for him?"
Bright Sampson, unsettled by James Black's question, looked up to find James Black frowning at him; his little heart was pounding with nervousness.
Ever since they were young, Jane Sampson always took care of him. Over many years, Bright Sampson had grown accustomed to it, but it seemed as if, just now, he had forgotten there was another person at the dinner table.
Still unaccustomed to eating at the same table with his brother-in-law, Bright Sampson hurriedly said to Jane Sampson, "Sis, go ahead and eat. I'm well-grown; I can manage if I want to eat something."
