The smile froze on the old lady's face.
"Scallions, coriander, scallions, coriander…" mumbled the old lady.
Gluttony didn't care about all that, he only wanted to eat the best and most that he could. Of course, even if it wasn't up to his standard, he'd eat it.
Do not waste food; Gluttony, who lived by this creed, raised the bowl to his mouth but before he could drink it, the bowl disappeared.
It wasn't just the bowl of soup though. The pot, the bridge, and the old lady all disappeared.
Gluttony's sight was filled with mist and when the mist dispersed, he realized he was standing on the bridge again.
The old lady appeared again and was boiling soup.
This time, the old lady put some green scallions and coriander into the pot.
"Scallions and coriander added, now drink it. It helps you forget things. Let the past be buried in the deepest soil."
