"Jane is right." Peter Gingery nodded repeatedly, "That day, dad and mom were not at home and were out socializing. I went home alone temporarily, and as I entered, I saw the Old Master Black sitting beside the dining table gnawing on a pork knuckle."
Peter Gingery was almost tattling, but there was nothing he could do; he really couldn't control Elder Black.
As Old Master Black aged, his taste became heavier. He liked strong tea and foods with strong flavors, yet unfortunately, these were not good for his health.
After eating, Peter Gingery and Bright Sampton left together with Brooke Black and the others, along with that slightly eerie coffin that had been sitting there.
Jane Sampson couldn't go out, not even in the courtyard. After everyone left, she didn't disturb Old Master Black, who was still resting, and huddled on the sofa alone, playing games.
