Jas Black didn’t speak purely because he had been taciturn and reticent since childhood.
Jane Sampson’s appetite wasn’t big, and Jas Black’s culinary skills weren’t that great. The noodles he served were too much, and after eating half, Jane Sampson could only stir them with her chopsticks, not daring to put the chopsticks down and say she couldn’t eat anymore in front of Jas Black, but she really couldn’t swallow another bite. Her eyes rolled around in Jas Black’s bowl, and she began to weigh her options, wondering if dumping her uneaten noodles into Jas Black’s bowl would have more serious consequences, or if laying down her chopsticks and admitting she was full would be worse.
If only she had known she’d spend such a long ti inside the room before, she could have served herself and avoided this awkward impasse.
"Jas Black," Jane Sampson said as she picked up a noodle with her chopsticks and brought it to her mouth, "it seems like the last few tis you’ve co back, you’ve been the one cooking for ."
Seeing Jas Black glance at her, Jane Sampson giggled, a hint of ingratiating herself within the laughter, "I may not have many other strengths, but I think my cooking is quite good. Even Nina Rice says my culinary skills are exceptional. Next ti you co back, let know in advance; if I happen to have ti and am at ho, I’ll cook for you!"
Seeing that Jas Black’s eyes clearly moved, Jane Sampson added more enthusiasm, putting down her chopsticks, standing up, then sitting in the chair next to him, looking at him with a beaming smile, "What do you like to eat? As long as I can make it, I’ll cook it for you when you co ho next ti, so feel free to order now!"
Jas Black glanced at Jane Sampson’s face, which was barely hiding her excitent, then his gaze lingered for a few seconds on the bowl with her leftover half-portion of noodles before it moved back to the smiling face beside him.
At this mont, he saw the word ’fawning’ written all over Jane Sampson’s face.
"Are you not eating anymore?" Jas Black pointed at the bowl and chopsticks across from him, his question missing the mark.
Jane Sampson’s face fell; she had steered the conversation this far, and yet how could this man still notice?
Jane Sampson nodded lightly in front of Jas Black, bracing herself, "You dished out too much."
So it wasn’t her fault for wasting food. If there was bla, it was on him for overestimating her appetite.
Jane Sampson had braced herself for a lecture from Jas Black and had thought he would force her to sit down and finish her al before she could leave, but instead, Jas Black suddenly reached out, poured her half-finished noodles into his bowl, and finished them off in a few bites.
What she hesitated for a while and dared not do had been done by Jas Black himself, leaving Jane Sampson utterly astonished.
Most importantly, Jas Black didn’t show any intent to lecture her at all.
After eating, he put down his bowl and chopsticks, stacked them together, and then turned to look again at Jane Sampson, whose look of shock had not yet faded, and said, "Make so beef balls next weekend."
After a mont’s thought, he added, "Make more, so I can take so back to the team base."
With that, he picked up the bowl and chopsticks and went into the kitchen to wash up, leaving Jane Sampson sitting there, slowly responding with an okay, sure.
Only then did Jane Sampson rember that Jas Black seed to really enjoy the handmade beef balls she made. Before, when he ca ho, if there were any left in the house, he would take so back to the team base.
When Jas Black was at the team base, he mostly ate in the dining hall, but according to Peter Gingery, he would occasionally cook noodles at his place.
Jane Sampson touched her head, so, after all her flattery just now, had she co out ahead or lost out?
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