I'm not listening, the turtle's chanting scriptures.
Jane Sampson glanced at the extra chicken wing in her bowl, thought for a moment, and took a bite, fearing that James Black might get annoyed and put it back.
At this time, the waiter brought the grilled lamb skewers over, and Jane Sampson, catching the scent of the meat, sneakily looked up, then stretched out her paw slowly and snatched a skewer with quick movements.
Just as she was about to bite down, James Black suddenly said, "Be careful, it's hot."
Jane Sampson then stopped her action, puffed out her cheeks and blew on it, then probing with the tip of her tongue, she unconsciously said, "It's not hot anymore."
Then she took a big bite.
James Black just sat there watching Jane Sampson eat the meat, and after she had finished a skewer, he spoke again, "Regarding what I said earlier, if you don't answer, I'll take it as your agreement."
"Agreement to what?" Jane Sampson asked, puzzled.
