After covering the pot, Jiang Ran wiped the sweat off his forehead with a towel.
If this were before, making a simple dish like braised pork wouldn't cause any sweat.
But now, with this heavy body, just cooking this dish alone, Jiang Ran was already exhausted.
To make sure the porridge doesn't burn, it can't stay covered the whole time and needs occasional stirring.
As soon as Jiang Ran lifted the lid, the aroma of rice wafted toward him.
Just from the scent, Jiang Ran could tell this was good rice, and the porridge would surely taste great.
However, plain rice porridge was still a bit dull.
"Shanshan, are there any dates at home?" Jiang Ran asked Pei Shanshan.
Pei Shanshan immediately looked at Wang Cuilan, who nodded, "Yes."
Saying this, Wang Cuilan opened the cupboard and took out a jar, opened it, and inside was half a jar of dates.
Seeing the dates, Jiang Ran grabbed six of them, washed them, and threw them into the pot before covering it to let it continue cooking.
