[A Nearly Perfect Eight-Treasure Porridge]
Looking at the pot of porridge in front of him, Jiang Feng could hardly believe his own eyes.
Nearly perfect!
This was the highest praise Jiang Feng had ever received from the game appraisals.
He scooped up a spoonful of the piping hot eight-treasure porridge, blew on it—after all, Jiang Feng wasn't particularly bothered by the heat— and took a bite.
The aroma of sweet osmanthus sugar was quite singular, but surprisingly matched the ingredients in the pot of porridge very well. It was sweet and fragrant without being cloying. To someone who enjoyed that flavor, one spoonful could be savored slowly for a long time.
