"That golden light is..."
Xia Yu's expression changed slightly, blinking several times as he refocused on Huang He's hands.
At this moment, Huang He was washing rice grains in a transparent glass bowl.
Just ordinary rice.
Perhaps in terms of quality and price, it's much higher than the common supermarket variety, but compared to the likes of "Jile Rice" or the forbidden "Star Rice" among the Fantasy Ingredients, it falls far short.
So, it was not the rice grains emitting light.
Xia Yu fixedly watched Huang He's hands, with a hint of shock in his eyes.
Such strange hands.
Clearly someone of the same generation as the old master, having worked hard for decades, logically these hands should be full of calluses even if well-maintained. But contrary to that, once these hands touched water, they became as tender and smooth as a young girl's delicate hands.
