"Mmm, won't tell Old Sir," Aunt Black nodded, leaving behind some supplements. Only after chatting with Jane Sampson for a while did she leave.
James Black escorted Aunt Black down to the carpark downstairs and watched as she drove off from the parking lot before returning home.
As soon as he opened the door, he could hear Jane Sampson muttering to her mobile phone about something. It was only after walking in that he could clearly hear what she was mumbling about.
"Spicy crawfish, barbecue, skewers, hotpot, Kanto-style stew, ah, I can't eat any of you."
Her finger was scrolling through photos on her mobile phone. During these few days, she had been vicariously satisfying her appetite with these pictures, which looked rather pitiful. "You're back?" Jane looked up at the person behind her and, as she did, slowly put her mobile phone away.
