In the end, three people shared two servings of rice, portions so scant that together, they probably totaled less than 150 grams.
True masters are indeed masters; when cooking, Sheng Weidong didn't seem to add any special seasoning, yet the rice tasted of the clear fragrance of ginseng, the freshness of crab roe, and even a hint of fish flavor. Each grain of rice was plump and perfectly round, leaving a lingering fragrance in the mouth after eating.
"Damn, now I'm ruined!" Suming felt disheartened. Having eaten such rice, how could he possibly stomach the swill served in the cafeteria?
Suming wasn't the only one with that thought at the event. The only exception was Ren Chen, who, from a distance, was all smiles. He sniffed the aroma but didn't take a single bite, leaving all the rice to the pure and innocent young girl, Nana, he brought with him.
