The old woman cooking soup wore a vacant smile.
"Scallions and cilantro, scallions and cilantro..."
The other party kept muttering.
Gluttony paid no attention to any of this. He only hoped to eat food that was perfect and delicious enough. Of course, even if it was not good enough, he would still eat it.
Food could not be wasted.
With such a creed, Gluttony naturally picked up the bowl.
But before he could take a drink, his hand suddenly felt light, and the bowl of soup vanished.
Not only the bowl, but the pot, the bridge, and the old woman had all disappeared.
Everything before him became dense fog.
When the fog dispersed, Gluttony found himself standing on the bridge once more, while the old woman was still brewing soup there.
She tossed lush green scallions and cilantro into the pot.
"Add scallions and cilantro. Drink it."
"It will help you forget everything better."
"Past events shall be buried beneath yellow earth."
With the same kind and benevolent smile as before, the old woman handed the bowl to Gluttony.
After the scallions and cilantro were mixed in, the soup immediately tasted different. A smile appeared on Gluttony's face, and the old woman's smile became even brighter.
But...
"Why wasn't it made with bone broth?"
Gluttony opened his mouth and asked.
The old woman's smile froze again.
The thick fog reappeared, and it began again.
"Made with bone broth, with scallions and cilantro added. Drink it."
"It will help you forget everything better."
"Past events shall be buried beneath yellow earth."
The old woman handed him the bowl again.
"Why not use large marrow bones?"
Holding the bowl, Gluttony asked again.
Her smile froze once more.
The thick fog reappeared, and it began again.
"Made with large marrow bone broth, with