For the sake of it, he added a bit of pazzas and performance. He added a bit of drama when he stirred the pot, and even more when he added meat.
Hey, someone even clapped their hands.
He tasted it with a bit of flair, it was good, though it was flat without lightness. At this, he took some of his basilume, adding a fistful of green which folded after the fire was already dying down. The residual heat coaxed delicious aroma from the meal, enticing a few more millileters of drool.
He returned to the resting meat, which had slightly darkened by now. Its surface was now sticky with that bindergrain sheen from the soy sauce alternative that he made from it.
He laid the meat on top, and its juices ran to the noodles.
He tasted it again, and it was already quite good, but he felt that it needed a counterweight of sorts. At this, he decided to get his go-to pickled sunberries. The sunberries' sweet-tart snap lifted the meat's savoriness and rounded up the taste of the stonebulb.
