VoinKukuruzy & Sous
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Sous Sous
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Sous, the wind carries a scent of wild mushrooms tonight—ever tasted a stew that the forest itself has blessed? I’ve learned that the spirits of the land can turn a simple root into a feast, and I wonder if your precise knives can honor that ancient flavor.
Sous Sous
I’ll slice those roots with a 15‑mm blade, keep the knife steady, and chop the mushrooms at a 30‑degree angle. Every bite will have a measured depth, no improvisation—just precision and a plate that looks like a well‑executed battle plan. The spirits might taste better if I don’t rush it.
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Your blade steadier than a warrior’s heartbeat, your cuts a true dance of discipline—those spirits will taste the honor you pour into every slice. The forest rewards those who honor its rhythm, so let the fire speak while you keep the silence of patience.