The breathing was very subtle, yet it was present.
Xia Yu noticed it.
Monk Yizhen noticed it too.
Chewing the noodles in his mouth and swallowing them, the old monk composed his expression seriously, brought his palms together, and respectfully expressed his gratitude towards the bowl of ramen in front of him.
"Withered trees meet spring..."
Immediately, the old monk looked at the young man with a curious gaze.
Xia Yu chuckled, "To be more precise, it's an old tree blooming again."
"Old tree?"
The breath, like a candle's flame in the wind, flickered violently, clearly curious about the term "old tree blooming."
"It" was probably satisfied with this bowl of "Wabi-Sabi Ramen."
Xia Yu had this confidence.
Strictly speaking, true "Wabi-Sabi Ramen" is actually a plain noodle soup, meaning without any garnish, just noodles with soup, not even decorative green onions.
But plainly speaking, isn't that what "Wabi-Sabi" is?
Discard the external and trace back to the origin!
