Today, we are all friends here, so everyone is a friend, and there are no other identities.
"Alright! Everyone quickly say what you want to eat, then grab so paper and a pen to jot down the ingredients we need to buy, and I will make a phone call to have them delivered," said Peter Gingery.
"I have another suggestion!" the one hardly nad also began to chi in excitedly, "Let’s play a ga!"
"What ga, let’s hear it?" Oscar Wilson asked with interest.
"Among us, excluding Goddess Sampton the chef, we draw lots to pair up in twos. Each group of two will cook a specialty dish. After we are done, we’ll have all other groups, including Goddess Sampton, rate them. The group with the lowest score has to give out ~red envelopes~!" The one hardly nad thought for a mont, "Just one hundred per person, and we just give out as many as there are people here!"
"Great idea!" Quincy Forest said, then promptly turned her head and looked at Kane Forest, one of the quietest two people in the room, and called out, "Brother, do you cook?"
"You’ve only got one-third chance to end up in a group with , so whether or not I can is not that important to you," Kane said casually, taking a sip from his teacup.
"Nonsense! Excluding little Jane, there’s still one extra person. The last group could have three people in it," Quincy Forest fud, feeling like hitting him after Kane’s words.
"Having three people is too many, it’s not fun. The extra person can just be a group on their own," said the one hardly nad. "The ga is only fun if soone is a bit more miserable."
"Don’t get smug; you might be that person," Oscar Wilson said with a sly smile. "Alone without help, just thinking about it is pitiful."
The group started the ga in such a jovial and chatty manner. Jane Sampson asked about everyone’s preferences and had a cookbook ready in her mind after a while. Then she wrote down the ingredients she needed and handed the list to Peter Gingery. As for the ga ingredients, those weren’t her concern.
The ingredients needed for the evening barbecue would be specially delivered by the clubhouse, so they didn’t have to worry about it.
Seeing everyone carry on so lively, Jane Sampson went to the kitchen to check what was available there. She didn’t notice that Rachel Miller had followed her in.
"Miss. Sampton." Rachel Miller stood a few steps away from Jane Sampson and called out to her softly, "I didn’t know you were Princess Egg-Yolk."
This was to explain that Rachel Miller didn’t know Jane Sampson’s identity during the ga.
But it was also a clear indication to Jane Sampson that he knew the relationship between Jas Black and her, or rather, that he knew Jas Black was his half-brother.
"General Manager Miller, from the first mont you saw , you must have known who I was, right?" Jane Sampson asked. "I rember the first ti I t you in President Forest’s office. The way you looked at then was a bit different."
"I wasn’t sure at the ti, it was after I left and confird your previous marriage with Jas Black that I knew," Rachel Miller said. "I won’t hide it from you, I’ve been looking for Jas since I beca independent at 18, but it wasn’t until last year that I found him, learned that the Black Family in Capital Province is where Jas Black’s mother is from, and later learned about Jas Black through the Forest brothers."
He started searching at 18?
Jane Sampson slowly closed the refrigerator door and asked directly, "What did you want with him?"
"Initially, it was just curiosity," Rachel Miller’s eyes tinged with a touch of sorrow, "my brother ntioned him multiple tis before he passed. My brother was an incredibly kind person, and until his death, not a day went by that he wasn’t consud by guilt."
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