"Haha! Chief Divine bless! This spicy and fragrant roast meat is the true delicacy for Samurai and Priest! If you add herbs, cocoa, pineapple, and tomate, then it truly tastes like home!..."
"What? The Chieftain of the Large Ship, you say such expensive spices are wasted on roast meat? They should be used to cook porridge? Drinking delicious porridge, that is the taste of home?..."
The night was heavy, the bonfire blazing. On the fire pit, there was venison roasting, glistening with grease. The venison was sprinkled with many fragrant powders, rare and expensive spices found in the temperate Wa Country.
Monk Soldier Watanabe Masumi swallowed his unstoppable drool, ate dried radish with enticing aroma, and sipped plain veggie soup, like a true high monk from Tang Land. Beside him, Zuwaro was devouring roast meat, gulping rice wine, and occasionally writing notes with Watanabe, talking about the Kingdom of the Lake's hometown foods.
