136 Pickles

"LuLu, you can put your things in order and have a rest here, I will make some food for you." Seeing Blaze start to take out our packages, Zack was about to leave our chamber.

"Please wait for a minute," I stopped Zack and then turned to remind Blaze, "do you remember the salt we collected for Zack? I think it's time to give them this small gift."

"How do you know we are about to run out of salt? LuLu, you are amazing! Thank you so much!" Zack jumped high to the roof and then hugged Blaze, "thanks, bro!"

Holding the salt pot in his arms, Zack mysteriously smiled at me:

"In fact, we shouldn't have consumed all the salt in such a short time — we just harvested salt from that pink lake at the beginning of last spring, do you know the reason for it?  A quick tip: this matter has something to do with you."

Me?

Why am I responsible for this?

I was confused: I have never been to the wombat tribe, how could I make them use up all their salt?