"Just cook sothing with whatever’s in the refrigerator," Jane Sampson sat down on the floor, kicked off her snow boots, put on slippers, and pulled on Jas Black’s pants two steps away to stand up.
"Jane Sampson!" Jas Black growled softly and reached out to pull her up.
"Hahaha." Jane started laughing before she even got her balance, swatted Jas’s hand away, and dashed straight into the bedroom.
At the doorway, she paused, suddenly turned back to look at Jas, and mischievously said, "Tomato and egg noodles, okay?"
Jas ignored Jane’s words and went straight to the kitchen; even in the kitchen, he could hear Jane’s laughter.
Jas wasn’t upset. Jane was still joking around and laughing, which ant she was getting over the shock of Grandpa’s passing.
He didn’t know what Granny Sampson had said to Jane, but today she was in a much better state than a few days ago.
However, there were indeed only eggs and tomatoes in the refrigerator.
Jas had just finished frying an egg when Jane, having changed into ho clothes, ca out of the bedroom, bouncing as she headed to the kitchen. She leaned her head next to him to peek at the eggs in the pot and criticized, "They’re all burnt~"
Jas’s hand holding the spatula shook a little; he used his elbow to push Jane’s head away and then placed the plate with the eggs to the side, calmly cracking another egg into the pot.
Jane wondered to herself why she hadn’t noticed before how patient Jas was?
"This one’s not burnt; it’s for you," Jas suddenly said to Jane.
Jane was daydreaming, and she instinctively nodded when she heard him, then snapped back to reality to see Jas looking at her. She grinned, stood on tiptoe, kissed Jas on the corner of his mouth, and then hugged his waist.
"Today, I saw Grandpa and Grandma’s wedding photos. Grandma was so beautiful when she was young, and Grandpa was so handso too," Jane remarked sentintally and then asked curiously, "Jas, if I wasn’t good-looking, would you still have married back then?"
"That’s not a valid question, so I won’t answer," Jas replied while putting the chopped tomatoes on the cutting board into the pot, stirring them over low heat.
"I an hypothetically, though?" Jane pouted, "What if I had lots of freckles, buck teeth, small eyes, a big round face, a piggy nose, bushy eyebrows, dark skin, oh, and even body odor, would you still marry ?"
"Do won all like asking hypothetical questions like this?" Jas felt a headache coming on, "This hypothesis is impossible. If you looked like that, your grandfather wouldn’t have arranged our engagent."
This was the reality; if Jane had really been that unattractive, Old Sir would’ve never subjected his beloved grandson to such a match.
Old Master Black had agreed to Jas marrying Jane because she had been adorable since she was young, and all the seniors liked her. She had a charming appearance, and she was hardworking and excellent. Old Master Black didn’t have a granddaughter, so he was particularly fond of his old teammate’s granddaughter.
"But what if my grandfather was captivated by my talent and insisted you marry ?" Jane grew more curious as Jas avoided giving a direct answer.
"If your hypothesis is based on us still having a marriage contract from childhood, then I would still marry you."
This was a matter of responsibility. With such a long-standing marriage contract, it wasn’t possible not to fulfill it after so many years of commitnt.
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