Apart from a few old employees in the restaurant, all forty-some people present had never tasted rice steamed in a wooden barrel in their lives.
Not to mention wooden barrel rice, there were probably very few who even had rice cookers at home.
Most of the rice eaten at fast food joints outside was steamed in ovens, where the water quantity each time could differ, and the type and taste of rice was completely different from Northeast rice.
The chefs, who had been working all afternoon, were already famished, and upon smelling the fragrant rice, eagerly scooped a spoonful into their mouths.
Rice steamed in a wooden barrel carried a faint, pure fragrance, complemented by the aroma of pork fat, mixing with the rice's own aroma, with grains distinct and chewy, even just eating it plain felt incredibly delicious.
"Damn it!!"
"Why is this rice so delicious, what's been added inside?"
"It doesn't taste like any seasoning, just pure aroma, could it be the variety?"
