"You put too much salt."
She suddenly got the urge to tease Zeke, frowning on purpose as she spoke.
Zeke's fingertips froze at her temple, a hint of panic flashing in his emerald eyes. He quickly took the clay bowl to have a taste.
He found the seasoning just right—at least, he didn't think it was salty at all.
But he didn't doubt Luna's words, just assumed that after childbirth, her taste was lighter and naturally she'd feel it was salty.
"I forgot you just gave birth and preferred light flavors. I should've used less salt."
He got up, about to pour it out. "I'll make you a new one."
Luna was stunned for a moment, thinking this man was really easy to tease—he actually believed her.
She was about to reach out to grab it back.
Just then, the venison soup in Zeke's hand was snatched by Malachi. "What a waste to pour it out—might as well let me have it."
And with that, in just a few bites, he finished the whole big bowl of venison, not even leaving a drop of soup behind.
