Since Jas Black returned a bit late and the two of them lounged in the bedroom for a while, Jane Sampson made a simple al for lunch.
Jas didn’t find watching her cook boring at all; he stood in the kitchen the whole ti, only taking the initiative to serve the al once it was ready.
"Should we invite Peter Gingery for dinner tonight?" Jane asked casually, taking the tableware from Jas’s hands after she sat down.
"No need," Jas refused without a second thought.
Why should he invite a third wheel to dinner with his wife?
It’s not like the dormitory lights weren’t bright enough.
Jane humd in acknowledgent, took a bite of her noodles, then asked, "What’s the plan for this afternoon?"
"After eating, we’ll take a lunch break. At 2:30, I’ll take you to the shooting range," Jas looked up at Jane as he spoke and bluntly criticized, "Your marksmanship is terrible."
Jane choked, nearly succumbing to her noodles.
"Can I refuse?" Jane turned and looked at Jas with big, pleading eyes. "I’ve already given up on my marksmanship, and you’re still trying to save it?"
Honestly, Jane had a thousand reasons for not wanting to go to the shooting range. With her shooting skills, wouldn’t she just beco the butt of a joke?
"You must go," Jas stated, not open to discussion.
Seeing Jane pout unwillingly, Jas thought for a mont, realizing his tone might have been too harsh, and then continued, "In this lifeti, no one can guarantee smooth sailing. Unexpected incidents like the one in the mountains, nobody can assure they won’t happen again. You’re often off filming, and one day when you beco a Movie Queen, your fa will grow, and I won’t be able to guarantee that I can show up as promptly as I did last ti, every ti. So, Jane Sampson, you need to learn to fire a gun, you need to learn to self-rescue, and you have to recall all the skills you learned and forgot when you were younger."
To this day, Jas didn’t dare to imagine if he had been a minute late that day—or no, even just a few seconds. He worried whether Jane would still be able to sit beside him making a fuss and being displeased.
Ever since returning from that incident, Jas had thought that even if Jane was as intractable as rotting wood, he would personally carve and shape her.
"How co what you said is exactly like what grandfather said?" Jane blinked her eyes, then nodded obediently, "I understand, I’ll study hard this afternoon."
To this day, Jane still felt terrified when she reminisced about that incident.
Thus, Jas’s words had persuaded her.
But Jane also secretly laughed to herself, thinking that Jas truly lived up to being raised by Old Master Black—his tone and temperant really were exactly like Old Master Black in his younger days.
After the al, Jas took the initiative to clean up the bowl and chopsticks, while Jane sat in the living room, continuing to browse through the bag of snacks on the tea table. Upon closer inspection, she discovered that besides candy and biscuits, there were also dried fruits like sunflower seeds and pistachios.
Hearing Jas’s footsteps coming from the kitchen, Jane grabbed a bag of snacks and waved it at him, testing the waters, "Is this for ?"
"Depends on your behavior," Jas walked over, took the bag from Jane’s hand, tossed it, and threw it back into the bag, "No snacks after als."
Jane puffed up her cheeks, then slowly started to smile.
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