"A wolf?" Jane Sampson burst out laughing, "Since when did Jas Black get that nickna?"
"Today," Peter Gingery shrugged, "You didn’t see him training soone earlier, he was as fierce as a wild wolf. Otherwise, why do you think I would leave all that delicious food at your place uneaten?"
"I didn’t coax him," Jane Sampson said, noticing that Jas Black’s attention wasn’t on her, she added haughtily, "Who would indulge him anyway!"
Peter Gingery snorted at Jane Sampson, "If you’re so capable, go say that to his face."
Not capable.
Jane Sampson gave a toothy smile.
"What are you two whispering about?" Yvette Quick asked, sitting between Jane Sampson and Peter Gingery with a wine bottle in hand, shaking it at them, "Co on, let’s cheers, just a small sip for you, little Jane."
Jane Sampson’s alcohol tolerance was almost nonexistent, so Yvette Quick didn’t plan to have her drink much—just a touch of the glass and a couple of sips, to participate in the spirit and atmosphere.
"When have ti, big sis will take you shopping," Yvette Quick said as she tipped her head back and took several gulps before setting the wine bottle on the table and smiling at Jane Sampson, "Jas Black keeps a tight leash on you, doesn’t he?"
Jane Sampson nodded repeatedly.
How to describe Yvette Quick’s personality?
If Jane Sampson’s temperant could be called mischievous, then Yvette Quick’s would definitely be wild.
As a child, Jane Sampson would climb onto roofs to steal bird eggs, while Yvette Quick’s child self would be beating up kids from this house today and that house tomorrow. Despite being a girl, she fought fiercely, had a spicy personality, but was also fiercely protective.
The mory that stuck with Jane Sampson the most, and for which she was the most grateful to Yvette Quick, was one year on her birthday when there was nobody from her household to keep her company. Bright Sampson had called her from a board school to wish her a happy birthday but couldn’t co out.
Nina Rice was sent to tutoring classes after her grades dropped significantly in the last monthly exam. That day, Yvette Quick brought a cake to the Sampton Family looking for Jane Sampson, who had a pitiable birthday alone at ho practicing piano without even cutting the cake. Yvette Quick dragged Jane out of the house and took her to the biggest night market food court, where they walked around for three hours.
That was the first ti Jane Sampson ever ate without any reservations.
Spicy, cold, sour, sweet—she ate it all.
All the things on the street were things Jane Sampson had seen and knew about but had never tasted. That evening, she tried everything on offer.
Many things, she just bit into to taste and passed on if she didn’t like it. If Yvette Quick saw she wasn’t fond of sothing, she’d take it from her hand, raise her arm, and throw it into the trash can, and then she’d lead her to the next stand.
Since childhood, Jane Sampson hadn’t been in good health, and everything she ate was strictly controlled.
That evening, Jane Sampson finally discovered the multitude of snacks at the night market stalls—how many different and contrasting delicacies there were, so that slled mouth-watering but didn’t taste great, and others that didn’t sll as pleasant but were delicious.
That evening was also the first ti Jane Sampson tasted alcohol. Although Yvette Quick let her sip just a small mouthful, it was still so strong that tears stread down her face.
Later, she truly cried, but she was crying and laughing at the sa ti, hugging Yvette Quick and thanking her over and over again.
When Yvette Quick took her ho, she even bought a bunch of dicine to prevent diarrhea and gastroenteritis. However, those dicines ended up being unnecessary, since before dawn that night, Jane had already developed a fever.
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