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Fortunately, the last bit of self-control he had woke him up, and while the other disciples were not paying attention, he vigorously stirred the spoon again.
Because it was intentional, this time more soup spilled out, and he hurriedly licked it clean.
The flavor this time was even richer; where the first taste of umami was the size of a peanut, fragrant but fleeting.
This time, the umami was like a bowl of tea, rich and full-bodied, even with a lingering aftertaste.
After the initial attempt, the disciple couldn't stop himself; his explorations grew bolder.
Soup alone gradually failed to satisfy him, so he turned his attention to the ingredients.
The first victim was the mushroom; although it was drenched with a broth made from various meats, it was still just a mushroom.
The disciple thought, "It's just one mushroom, mushrooms aren't a meat dish; if I eat this one bite, it wouldn't count as breaking my fast, after all, it's just a mushroom."
