In the kitchen, a delicate fragrance of bamboo permeates, sweeter than dew in the morning, leaving an unforgettable aftertaste with every inhalation.
Ye Hanjun watches the little tadpole in the kettle, amused.
This little creature isn't driven by instinct but pure curiosity, eager to understand what they are eating.
Yet, the result is quite obvious. To the pure white tadpole, aromatic green glutinous rice, which has a sweet and soft taste for humans, seems like a useless waste product with no benefits.
Gulp, gulp; It's swallowing and spitting water again.
After a while, it feels less sticky in its mouth and refuses any further attempts to taste the rice.
"Huazhu, watch it so I won't be distracted."
"Yes, Sir."
The desert witch gently grabs the kettle with a pair of tongs and cradles it in her arms.
The little tadpole seems to understand something, it ceases its aimless wanderings and no longer spurts water recklessly.
