Clear and refreshed.
But the taste was exactly as expected.
Bland and flavorless!
It was clearly just a bowl of boiling water, how could it have any other taste?
However, after swallowing the second mouthful, a strange taste began to emerge from the blandness, a faint taste that was too elusive to identify.
Just a feeling, so familiar...
Is it the taste of the stone? The taste of boiling water? Or something else?
His actions paused for a moment, trying to discern it, but he couldn't trace the origin of that taste amidst the slight bitterness from the stone and the blandness of the boiling water.
It was as if the taste was coming from within himself!
"It is said, many, many years ago."
Across the cooking station, Huai Shi picked up the stone for the broth from the table, examining its delicate patterns as he softly recounted, "An old monk, with three little monks, arrived at a small town."
"The old monk's name was Kong, and the little monks were named Fu LuShou."
