"Oh! Tofu and natto are also delicious. Especially the 'Donnatto' from temples in Kyoto is a perfect match with rice!...Do you have any more?"

"Uh... and more..."

The sun goes west and falls into the sea of ​​ice and snow. The four of them ate wildly, and the pot of venison porridge would soon bottom out. The horse breeder Suichiro licked his dry lips, glanced at the last bit of meat porridge in the pot, then at the monk Watanabe Masumi, and said cautiously.

"Master Watanabe,

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