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... mple sashimi meal with Hayasaka at the dining room in her home.

Sashimi was considered the simplest dish because the only real concern was the thickness of the slices. Everything else depended entirely on the freshness of the ingredients.

Naturally, what they were eating was frozen Sea King meat.

Even though it was frozen, Sea King meat remained fresher than even most freshly caught seafood. Its quality was extraordinary.

"Mmm, Sea King meat really is something el ...

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