Xia Qing snapped open the "lid" of the bamboo tube, revealing a corner of a rice ball, finally showing its true form like a bashful woman removing her veil.
This scene was meant to be simple and unremarkable.
In the viewfinder of the equipment, the picture appears normal, but the equipment is lifeless, unable to perceive the surge of scent at the moment the lid is lifted, and thus cannot be drawn into the exotic culinary realm by the aroma.
The thin bamboo slice, carrying a touch of residual warmth, was placed into Xia Qing's palm.
Then, he grasped the bamboo tube and lightly shook it over a small ceramic bowl, allowing the grains mixed with other ingredients to tumble from the tube into the bowl.
Whoosh—
In the audience, everyone, including Xia Yu and Zhu Qing, was utterly entranced, without exception.
"The bamboo smells so good! What kind of bamboo is this?!"
