The goose bun rice didn't have the dry and salty taste that ordinary fried rice would have. Instead, it was just right. After eating one mouthful, one would want to eat a second mouthful. The fluffy and fragrant texture made one unable to stop eating.
In any case, ding Shao hadn't stopped eating since he started eating, which showed how delicious the food was.
"I can't waste it." Ding Shao carefully scraped off a little bit of rice from the side of the pot and ate it.
It wasn't stuck to the pot, but the way ding Shaohao had eaten earlier had spilled on the side. However, he definitely couldn't miss this.
Not wasting a single grain of rice or a single drop of water, this was what a person should pursue.
After checking the claypot again and making sure that not a single grain of rice was left behind, ding shaocai let go of the claypot that was as clean as a wash.
