"Hey! It smells so good! Mr. Murakami, I can smell the smell of this venison from a long distance away! It's so gluttonous that my stomach is rolling. You know, this stewed venison with winter snow is delicate and delicious. Delicious, stored for nourishment, and then blended with pleasant rice fragrance, the taste is really unique!…”

"Ha! Watanabe-kun, you, a monk in a great temple in Kyoto, actually like to eat venison?..."

"Hey! What's wrong with monks? Can't monks eat meat? Monks don't eat meat, yes

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