Previously, all the sentimentality vanished in the teeth-gritting bite of Bright Sampon's meal.
Jane Sampson felt that if it weren't for the injury on her arm and the respect for her as a sister, Bright Sampton might throw the ashes from the urn in his hand onto her face to vent his anger in the next second.
In fact, Bright Sampton did think of it momentarily.
But in the end, he couldn't bring himself to do it.
He glanced at the kitchen and then placed the urn on the tabletop, calling out to the cook in the kitchen, "Aunt, could you boil the five grains in the urn, and when it's done, serve it to my sister..."
Bright Sampton glanced at Peter Gingery, who was laughing obnoxiously, and continued, "Serve it to my sister and Brother Peter Gingery, let them nourish their bodies, oh wait, I mean their brains."
"What! Bright Sampton, you're way too reckless!" Peter Gingery was sickened by the thought of using the urn-filled stuff, "You're disgusting."
