"You're just pretending. Let me just say it now, the reason we came here is that we wanted to eat this dish. Even though we haven't actually tasted it yet, I can see that each of you is struggling to hold back, aren't you?"
"No, what's gotten into you? Did Sun Wukong actually cast some incantation on this dish? It was him who changed you, right, junior brother?"
"What do I look like? I'm just telling the truth." The disciple took a small cup from in front of his senior brother, scooped up a mushroom, and held it to his mouth.
"Look at this mushroom, its shape and color must have been carefully selected. They've grown so well, isn't it just for making into dishes for us to eat?"
"No, what are you doing!" The senior brother tried to turn his face away, but the junior disciple pinned his jaw in place.
"Stop struggling, senior brother, it's okay. Just take a bite. Besides, this wouldn't be breaking our precepts, right?"
