, I can only go home once to celebrate the New Year.

Such efforts have yielded great rewards, but inside I miss my family even more, especially the firewood rice at home.

I don’t know how the chef here makes such a simple rice have the aroma of wood-fired rice.

Even if there is no vegetables, Xue Yan can finish the rice with this soup.

So when an ordinary-sized bowl of rice appeared in front of him, Xue Yan's eyes lit up.

This rice was so beautiful, the grains of rice were so white and clean that they seemed to be transparent. The aroma of rice that wafted out along with the hot air made her mouth water involuntarily.

She took a few deep breaths of the aroma before picking up her chopsticks and preparing to eat.

Pick up the white to transparent rice with black chopsticks, and a small lump will stand on the chopsticks. It is not loose with clear grains, but has a certain viscosity and has not fallen apart.

The moment the rice reaches his mouth and the tip of his tongue touches it, Xue Yan only tastes a faint sweetness, which makes people want to eat it again and again!

After chewing her teeth, the rice did not stick to her teeth. Instead, it became a little sweeter. It was a bit like chewing gum when she first started eating it. The more she chewed, the sweeter it became. However, the sweetness of the rice was just at the critical point of her taste.

If it's too much, it's too much; if it's less, it's not amazing enough.

After a mouthful of rice, Xue Yan felt warm in her stomach. Smelling the fragrant smell of the rice, she ate one bite after another, even forgetting to mix some crayfish soup with the rice.

She was eating with great enthusiasm, and the eyes around her were all glued to her, and they couldn't bear to look away.

Halfway through the rice, Xue Yan suddenly felt something was wrong. When he raised his head, he was startled by everyone's gaze. He stammered: "What are you doing?"

The diners swallowed their saliva and asked: "Is it delicious?"

It turned out that it was because of this that Xue Yan calmed down a little and said decisively: "It's very delicious! It tastes the same as the firewood rice in my hometown, but it tastes different from the ones sold outside. Moreover, this rice is really delicious.

No need to prepare food..."

"Gulu——"
Chapter completed!