Luna Sutton thought to herself, this old fox really isn't easy to deal with. She snorted unhappily, "You fox, why are you so full of tricks? I'm just asking you to taste the saltiness, if you don't want to, step aside. Rhys, you try—"
She had no intention of humoring Kian Sterling, and casually picked out a piece of lamb from the pot, handing it to Rhys Blackwood, who was washing bamboo shoots nearby.
Rhys walked over with a smile, his gaze sweeping calmly over Luna. His thin lips parted as he took the lamb she handed him.
He moved elegantly, chewing gently.
"The seasoning is just right, tender and flavorful. Really delicious."
He nodded slightly, giving a very earnest review.
Rhys's praise put Luna in a good mood. She sneaked a glance at Kian, who was squinting and leisurely savoring his lamb, seemingly unbothered by the earlier scene.
She frowned a bit. That old fox was so deep; if you weren't careful, he'd see right through your intentions.
