Cindy Clarke had a good grasp of the heat, even though it was not fully cooked, it didn't taste raw.
There was a soft texture still carrying some milky flavor.
The contrast with the tender and smooth texture of the eggs was immense. The fried rice was distinct, grain by grain, springy to the tooth, carrying a sour-sweet flavor of tomatoes.
These contrasting tastes mingled together. While being entirely different, they seemed to blend perfectly in the mouth.
Finally, Adrian Zhekova took a sip of the miso soup, sending the last bit of fried rice into his stomach.
"Did you add milk to these eggs?" Adrian Zhekova asked.
"I added a tiny bit of light cream," Cindy indicated with her fingers, it was really not much, "If there is too much, it would smell unpleasantly milky and even become nauseating. Therefore, I only added a bit to enhance the aroma."
