"Brother, look, sister-in-law brought so delicious food again!" Peter Gingery opened the food box, and indeed, it contained the egg whites from tea eggs, his favorite.
"Did she bring it to the guard team for you?" Jas Black pinched the cigarette in his hand and was about to take out his mobile phone to call Jane Sampson when he heard Peter Gingery reply that she hadn’t.
"Sister-in-law went back to the Black Residence in the afternoon and even had dinner with Old Master Black in the evening. It was Old Master Black who arranged for soone to send it here," said Peter Gingery. "It seems that sister-in-law has been visiting the Black Residence quite frequently recently."
Jas Black put the mobile phone back in its place and couldn’t help but snort inwardly.
She has really learned so tricks, daring to go back to the Black Residence again within one afternoon and even managing to get Old Sir to send stuff to the guard team on her behalf.
It looks like she’s gotten on Old Sir’s good side?
"Chief, there’s sothing for you."
Outside the door, Jas Black’s communications soldier knocked on the door and, after getting Jas Black’s permission, entered and placed a tightly wrapped object in a bag on his tabletop.
"Who sent it?" Jas Black asked.
"It was sent by soone arranged by Old Master Black."
After responding, the soldier curiously glanced at the things on the table but, knowing his place, didn’t ask further and left.
Peter Gingery let out a curious sound, then stood by, stuffing egg whites into his mouth while eagerly waiting for Jas Black to unpack the item. When Jas Black finally peeled away layer upon layer of packaging to reveal an egg in the palm of his hand, Peter Gingery nearly choked on the egg white in his mouth.
"Why did Old Sir specially send you an egg?" Peter Gingery placed the food box he’d been holding next to him and, walking over eager to snatch the egg from Jas Black’s hand, found himself halting abruptly and awkwardly withdrawing at a stern glance from Jas Black. He obediently held his food box and ate his own food.
That was sothing Jas Black wanted to know as well.
It seed as if he could faintly sll a very light, barely there, familiar fragrance. Jas Black brought the tea egg closer to his nose and carefully sniffed it.
His mobile phone on the tabletop suddenly rang, displaying a call from Old Master Black. Jas Black answered.
"Did you receive the egg? It was brought to by that lass, Jane, in the evening," Old Master Black said with a wily chuckle. "Sll the egg, does it have a particularly familiar scent?"
Jas Black’s eyes flickered; indeed, it slled of pekoe.
With that thought, a bad premonition rose in his heart.
As expected, he heard Old Master Black laugh heartily, "Jane is such a filial child. Knowing I like that tea but can’t drink it, she specially prepared these tea eggs with it and brought them to . Such a considerate child."
In fact, the thought was like dripping blood in Old Master Black’s heart.
But even in his distress, he felt that Jas Black needed to share in the heartache as well—it wouldn’t be fair to let him, an old man, bear it alone.
"Jane Sampson," Jas Black nearly growled Jane Sampson’s na through gritted teeth.
Without listening to Old Sir’s schadenfreude laughter any longer, Jas Black hung up the phone.
Over there, Peter Gingery, seeing Jas Black had ended the call, looked up from his mobile phone and casually asked, "Brother, did you scold Jane Sampson?"
Peter Gingery had a hundred rebukes for Jas Black in his heart but didn’t have the courage to utter a single one.
In his heart, Jane Sampson, who managed to marry Jas Black, was simply the most remarkable person in the world. So if Jas Black was harsh to Jane, she was indeed in quite a miserable situation.
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