Cold!
This was the initial information Xia Yu received as he took a deep breath of the cooking's aroma, feeling a faint chill in his lungs.
Without a doubt, it was the "Jet Black Rice" grown in cold regions that created such a refreshing taste.
His heart shuddered fiercely.
Then came the bursting heat!
The seafood rice, just taken out of the oven, steamed intensely.
The originally red sauce had nearly dried out, completely adhering to the jet-black rice grains, indistinguishable from each other.
Scallops, shrimp, squid strips, anago chunks.
These seafood ingredients, like gold and silver mines on a parched red land, were treasures in themselves, quietly waiting to be discovered and mined by the taster.
"Bang!"
The sound of the door closing startled Xia Yu, who was lost in the irresistible flavors.
Turning around, he saw that Liangzi Lina had closed the door and left, clearly intending to avoid any suspicion.
