The smile on the grandma's face froze.
"Scallions, coriander, scallions, coriander …"
She was mumbling.
Gluttony didn't care about the grasses, all he wanted was to eat the best and delicious food. Of course, if the food wasn't good enough, he would still eat it.
Food must not be wasted.
With such a creed, Gluttony naturally picked up the bowl.
However, before he could drink it, his hand felt lighter and the bowl was gone.
Not just the bowl, but the pot, the bridge, and the grandma were all gone.
His sight turned into mist.
When the mist dispersed, Gluttony realized he was standing on the bridge again, and the old lady was still boiling soup on the bridge.
The green scallions and coriander were put into the pot.
"Scallions and coriander, drink it.
It will help you forget everything better.
Let the past be buried in the earth. "
The old granny passed the bowl of soup to Gluttony with the same kind and kind smile as before.
After the scallions and coriander were added, the soup tasted different. Gluttony smiled, the grandma's smile getting brighter.
But …
"Why isn't it boiled with bone broth?"
Gluttony asked.
The grandma's smile froze again.
The mist reappeared and the process started again.
"Boiled bone broth with chopped green onions and coriander. Drink it."
It will help you forget everything better.
Let the past be buried in the earth. "
The grandma passed the bowl to Gluttony again.
"Why not bone broth?"
Gluttony asked with the bowl in his hand.
The smile froze again.
The mist reappeared and the process started again.
"Boiled bone broth with chopped green onions and coriander. Drink it …"
"Can you add meat?"
…
"Boiled bone broth with meat, chopped green onions, and coriander. Drink it …"
"Can you add some winter melon?"
…
"It's stewed pork ribs soup with meat, winter melon, chopped green onions, and coriander, drink it …"
"Winter melon should be sliced, not the whole thing."
…
"Boiled bone broth with meat, winter melon slices, chopped green onions, and coriander. Drink it …"
"Do you have rice? Give me a bowl. "
…
"Stewed pork ribs soup with meat, winter melon slices, chopped green onions, and coriander, paired with rice. Drink it …"
"Where are the noodles? I think there should be noodles too. "
…
"Bone broth with meat, white gourd slices, chopped green onions, and coriander. Paired with rice and rice sticks, drink it."
"Forget everything."
"The past shall be buried in the earth."
He started over and over again.
The old lady's figure became fainter and fainter. This time, she was like a shadow, as if a gust of wind could blow her away.
However, she did not feel anything. She persistently satisfied Gluttony, who was also obsessed with food, again and again.
She picked up the heavy spoon in her hand and put it down again and again.
This time, when she saw Gluttony lift the bowl, she showed a smile and raised the spoon high, waiting for Gluttony to drink the soup.
That was when she would reap the harvest.
But the next moment, her eyelids twitched.
Gluttony put down the bowl and looked at her.
"Can you give me …"
Huu!
Before Gluttony could finish, the old lady's fainter figure was blown away by the wind.
Gluttony reacted quickly. He didn't even care about the disappearing old lady, holding the bowl in one hand and the pot in the other.
A smile appeared on Gluttony's face.
He poured the soup from the bowl into the pot, then picked up the pot and gulped it down. Then, he didn't forget to eat the bones at the bottom of the pot, the white gourd, and the rice and noodles on the side.
After eating everything, Gluttony turned around and looked around.
He wanted to find more food.
Naturally, he looked down the bridge.
The turbid river water, which could not be seen clearly, flowed like the tide.
Then, when a black figure flashed across the river, Gluttony's eyes shone and he jumped down without a second thought.
Splash!
Water splashed everywhere.
The world changed.
Gluttony couldn't find the black figure, nor was he sure whether it was a big fish or not.
On the contrary, he felt himself twisting his body and making hissing sounds.
He looked down and saw his snake-like body.
Very young.
Very weak.
Very … hungry.
He tried his best to find food, but there was nothing around him.
Barren land.
Death came.
Unknowingly, he saw an old granny brewing soup.
The old lady's face was blurry, but she was kind and kind. When she looked at him, she didn't show any disgust, treating everyone equally.
"Poor little fella."
The old lady fed him the soup.
It was warm, but he couldn't taste anything.
He craved more.
But the old lady touched his head and shook her head slowly.
"I can't anymore.
Three bowls is my limit. "
The old lady rejected, but his begging moved her. She reached out and pricked her index finger, letting a drop of blood drip into his mouth.
Then, he was picked up by the old granny and placed into the glowing door behind her.
"Go.
Next time I see you, don't say you're hungry. "
The old lady waved her hand.
He went through the gate.
When he went through the gate, he forgot everything.
He became extraordinarily talented and incomparably powerful.
He ignored everything.
He dared to challenge everything.
He dared to devour everything.
Gradually, he was called the Devourer.
He had eaten everything, and everything became tasteless. He was ready to eat something that he could taste.
Like his own body?
Like his soul?
He took a small bite.
It was delicious.
It was beyond his imagination.
Especially his soul.
He just wanted to have a taste, but he couldn't hold it in.
He … devoured himself.
All that was left of him was his huge body.
He disappeared.
…
"Hey, hey, how are you?"
A familiar voice rang out. Sloth shook his head and woke up from the strange illusion. He realized that he, who felt bloated just a moment ago, was now back to normal.
Moreover, he seemed to feel that he was a little different.
But it was the same, there was no difference.
It was a strange feeling.
But it felt real.
So real that he wanted to taste his own flesh and blood.
However, the alertness in his mind stopped him.
He didn't forget the taste of devouring himself, and he wouldn't forget the pain at the end.
He didn't want to taste that pain.
"Are you okay?"
Sloth's voice sounded again.
"I'm fine, I'm just …"
"Just what?"
Sloth immediately asked, thinking that something unexpected had happened.
"I'm just hungry."
Gluttony answered honestly.
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