Baron Lawrence had finished eating, his dark eyes glanced at the fish soup she had placed in front of him. Without saying anything, he reached out and took it, drinking it in one gulp.
Then he wrinkled his brow, put down the bowl, and complained, "Too much salt."
Enna Clark saw him drinking happily and thought he found the flavor good too, but then he complained it was too salty. Enna was left feeling a bit disheartened.
However, she wasn't a cook and didn't feel defeated or anything, the feeling of being disheartened disappeared quickly. She took the bowl back and calmly said, "I used the normal amount of salt, maybe you prefer less salty food. Next time I'll ask them to add less salt."
It's not her, it's them.
Baron was about to frown when the servant intervened, fearfully grabbing the tableware from Enna Clark's hands, saying, "Ms. Clark, let me handle this. You sit and rest for a while."
"Alright, then I'll go clean up the kitchen."
