Yesterday, before he went into surgery, Jane Sampson’s panicked and tearful appearance had already seeded a sense of unease in Jas Black’s heart as he entered the surgery room.
If it weren’t for the tears she couldn’t hold back, Jas thought, maybe, he would never know how much Jane really cared about whether he lived or died, how much she cared about his well-being.
The monts of trance seed to pass quickly as the ward door opened and Jane Sampson walked in, the sound of her footsteps pulling Jas Black back to reality.
"I’m back!" Jane Sampson, who had gone out to buy breakfast, seed in quite a good mood, her hands filled with big and small bags of food, and a smile on her face all the way through the door.
"Jas, let tell you, there’s this one street in front of the hospital, an entire street of food, you have no idea, as soon as I walked in, my eyes went wide! I got so local specialty cakes! Just slling them is heavenly! The boss said I was early, so I didn’t have to queue, but half an hour later, and there would’ve been a long line waiting."
Jane Sampson’s mood was indeed good. After all, she had thought it would be too early to buy any breakfast, but she had worried too much. It seed people in this city had a real passion for eating, so even at 5:30, breakfast stalls and storefronts were already everywhere on the street.
"How did you know there was a street full of food in front of the hospital?" Jas asked, pushing himself up into a sitting position with the strength of his legs and looked at Jane, even from his spot on the bed he could sense her good spirits.
"I have an old friend in the ga who knows this area really well. He sent a travel and food guide before, and just as I was heading out, I suddenly rembered that the guide ntioned a whole street of characteristic snacks nearby, I didn’t expect it to be open so early. Still, there are quite a few shops that don’t open until noon, the guide says that by evening the street is packed full of people."
Jane Sampson set down the takeout boxes on the small table, then moved the small table next to Jas Black’s sickbed. She thought for a mont, giggled, looked up at Jas, and asked very seriously, "Jas, are you hungry?"
Without giving it much thought, Jas humd a response to Jane Sampson.
In fact, he wasn’t really hungry since it was still early and not yet the usual ti for his breakfast.
"What do you an by ’hm’? Are you hungry, or not hungry?" Jane Sampson had already opened the packaging bag, taken out a cake, and bitten into it, "This is a radish cake! Oh my! It’s so delicious! Thin and crispy, sared with ketchup, so good!"
As she was chewing, Jane Sampson’s speech was a bit unclear when she spoke the latter part.
After swallowing, she held the cake up to Jas’s face and shook it saying, "Sll it! Doesn’t it sll amazing?"
"Hm," Jas glanced at Jane Sampson’s earnest expression, making sure she genuinely wanted him to sll it and had no other aning, so he didn’t say much else.
"They also have pickled vegetable cakes. Do you want the radish one, or the pickled vegetable one?" Jane asked, "Because there’s so much stuff on the street, I just bought one of each kind, so if you want the radish, it’s this one in my hand."
Jas noticed Jane Sampson’s eyes were fixated on the radish cake while she talked, unable to hide her reluctant little expression.
"Pickled vegetable," Jas said, a trace of suppressed amusent in his tone.
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