Luna thought this old fox was indeed difficult to deal with and huffed unhappily, "You fox, why are you so full of thoughts? It's just to taste the saltiness, if you don't want to taste, go aside, Rhys, you come—"
She was not accustomed to Kian Sterling and casually picked up a piece of mutton from the pot, handing it over to Rhys Blackwood, who was washing bamboo shoots next to her.
Rhys walked over with a smile, his eyes lightly sweeping over Luna, his thin lips slightly parted as he opened his mouth to swallow the mutton.
His movements were graceful, gently chewing.
"The saltiness is just right, soft and flavorful, very delicious."
He nodded slightly, giving a serious review.
Rhys's words made Luna feel good; she sneaked a glance at Kian Sterling and saw him tasting the mutton leisurely, seemingly indifferent to the scene that had just happened.
She frowned slightly; this old fox had deep thoughts, detecting intentions if one was not careful.
