Zong Yi was won over by the combination of a cascading feast and malt sugar roasted whole lamb.
In the realm of fine dining, Zong Yi could also be considered well-versed and worldly.
Her father, Zong Ji, was a super chef who made everything delicious, no matter what it was.
But this kind of ongoing, people-coming-and-going banquet was indeed a first for Zong Yi, even though she had grown up so much.
At first glance, aside from the particularly large pots, there didn't seem to be anything special—the ingredients were very ordinary, and so were the cooking methods.
But ordinary plus ordinary combined to create an indescribable flavor.
Especially the white rice.
It completely overturned Zong Yi's understanding of rice.
It wasn't as if the rice used was anything special.
The aroma of the rice and the smoky scent from the firewood intertwine.
Together, they captured the essence of human life, embedding it into every glistening, translucent grain.
