"My sister said you took her to have a barbecue, but I'm not buying it." Bright Sampton casually replied, then handed a chicken leg to James Black.
Jane Sampson still had to wait for fish later; she had just eaten several skewered beef pieces. Bright Sampton didn't dare give Jane Sampson more food, so he handed the cooked chicken leg to James Black.
Jane Sampson's gaze followed the chicken leg for a moment, then glanced at Bright Sampton.
In her tiny expression, only one word was written.
Protest.
"Sis, don't stare at me like that. You can't eat more; this chicken leg is naturally for my brother-in-law," Bright Sampton said, crying and laughing. "Didn't you just gobble down a few skewered beef pieces?"
"You're comparing a few skewered beef pieces with the big chicken leg that James Black is holding!" Jane Sampson stomped her foot. "How can you compare them? I want the big chicken leg; skewered beef can only fill the gap between my teeth."
