Toriko was taken aback after hearing Komatsu's words. Then his expression turned serious. "I want to drink it."
Komatsu was at a loss. He respected Toriko deeply and wanted to give him delicious soup, but he truly did not want Century Soup to be lost forever.
But the next moment, Toriko smiled again. "But there's too little soup. I want to drink my fill, so you have to recreate it and let me drink as much as I want!"
Komatsu was deeply moved. After nodding, he took out another food container, divided the small amount of soup inside into two portions, and handed one to Toriko. "Mr. Toriko, drink this one. I'll just have a little to taste the flavor."
Toriko happily accepted it without the slightest hesitation and gulped it down. Komatsu's judgment had been correct—if Toriko had been given the whole portion, he would not have been able to stop himself.
The next instant, Toriko's expression looked as if he had regressed to his ancestors, turning into a leering gorilla face. It was utterly ridiculous, with drool running from the corners of his mouth, like the dreamy state of someone who had overdosed on drugs.
Over on Lu Li's side, he could no longer hold back either. But after hearing Komatsu's words, he realized that if he wanted to drink this soup again in the future, the chef would have to be able to recreate it.
"Xiao Xia, give me another food container."
Lu Li spoke to Shrimp Meat. He also intended to divide the soup into two portions, lest he lose control once he started drinking.
Shrimp Meat swallowed and hurriedly took out a new food container. "Just leave me one drop."
She was confident that, in the realm of taste, she was inferior to no one.