James Black really didn't know whether to say Jane Sampson was greedy, or to praise her for being easily satisfied.
"Tomorrow I want two cups! One in the afternoon, one in the evening! The day after tomorrow, one cup! The remaining three cups will be pushed to next weekend and the weekend after that." Jane Sampson planned well, this way, she could eat double-layer milk curd for three consecutive weeks.
"It's doable." James Black nodded, "If you indeed gained 5 catties, I agree to this request."
For some reason, after hearing James Black's words, Jane Sampson had a vague bad premonition.
As if this double-layer milk curd might, probably, go sour.
"Let me weigh if you've gained weight." James Black bent down and directly lifted Jane Sampson up.
Among girls, Jane Sampson wasn't short, but she was very slim, so slim that when held in arms, James Black almost felt nothing.
"Jane Sampson, have you really gained 5 catties?" James Black asked steadily while holding Jane Sampson.
