News of the extraordinary ramen spread through Umi‑no‑Mori like a tide. Villagers who had known Okaasan for years came to Miyu’s modest kitchen, each one receiving a steaming bowl. They ate in silence, eyes closed, as if listening for a voice from the past. When they opened their eyes, many shed tears, whispering “Itadakimasu.” The phrase, once a simple pre‑meal ritual, now resonated like a shared prayer.
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