"James Black, with all his annoying traits, only Jane Sampson can tolerate him, managing this, managing that, dealing with so much at such a young age. Every time he visits, he takes my tea, saying I'm old and my sleep isn't good, and he keeps me from indulging too much." Old Master Black boasted, "He takes my precious tea leaves home, and they just end up as tea eggs back in my belly anyway."
"You guys probably don't know, right? Sometimes Jane Sampson sneaks tea leaves from his refrigerator to cook me something. That little lass knows how to care for people." Old Master Black spoke of this matter with evident excitement.
Over here, everyone was teasing about Jane Sampson and James Black's affairs, while over there, having walked far, James finally couldn't help but turn her head around.
"Look ahead while walking," James instructed, "Walk more, exercise a bit."
