Strangely feeling like he had gone through a worthy test, Eugene let out a satisfied smile before finally digging into his own noodle.
He did taste it before to adjust the flavor, but you never knew if the other person would be as happy as you while eating it. After all, taste was a matter of preference.
Looking at Arthur devouring that big pot, however, it didn't seem like the alpha was lying when he said he liked it. Eugene also found out that Arthur had a tough mouth and steely tongue, slurping the piping hot broth and noodles.
With that, Eugene could eat his noodles in peace, concentrating on his food. Just like before, they ate in silence for a while, as if immersing themselves in the sea of flavor with those cooked clams and shrimps.
