"The porridge is ready!"
Fu Yu finished serving the porridge and called out.
The other kitchen helpers quickly rushed forward to hold the bowls.
Because both the boss and the head chef were present, Zhao Meng and Gu Yunwu were quite at ease, but the other helpers suddenly lost their appetite, each focusing on their bowls silently, head down while drinking porridge.
Dong Jun Tian held the spoon and stirred the porridge in his bowl.
A good bowl of seafood porridge.
It values being tender, soft, and smooth.
It needs to have that melt-in-the-mouth sensation.
Some so-called "porridges" are actually just watery rice in reality, with the grains not even blossomed.
Let alone reaching that invisible state of rice grains.
But the bowl in front of Dong Jun Tian was just right between thick and thin porridge.
He estimated in his mind that it must have reached a ratio of at least 1:11.
This requires a high level of precision for the amount of rice and the water level!
