The next morning, the gentle morning light streamed through the window, adding a touch of warmth to the kitchen.
The millet porridge in the pot, heated slowly by the flame, began emitting a subtle rice fragrance.
The millet grains rolled in the hot soup, gradually releasing their essence.
Huang Jun held a spoon, slowly stirring the contents of the pot.
Once the porridge boiled, he added some red dates, a bit of glutinous rice flour, and a few drops of oil.
This way, the cooked millet porridge would be golden in color, and become stickier and more aromatic.
Huang Jun turned the heat down low, cooking slowly.
Every five minutes, he would give it a stir to prevent the millet porridge from sticking to the pot.
As time passed...
The fragrance of the millet porridge grew stronger, filling the entire kitchen...
"Not bad, not bad."
Huang Jun looked at the slowly simmering millet porridge, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.
