Fang Yuan was extremely experienced in cooking spiritual rice.
However, he did not know what to expect from the Flame Jade Rice. For instance, the heat had to be brought up to cook it.
If he did not prepare enough Flame Jade Rice, he was afraid he would undercook and waste the first pot of spiritual rice, which would be a joke!
"Hu!"
Once the spiritual rice became cooked, Fang Yuan lifted the pot cover, and an intense heatwave came out of the pot.
"Keke!"
"Chirp! Chirp!"
The Flower Fox Ferret and Iron-tailed Black Eagle gathered around and stared at the cooked Flame Jade Rice.
In the pot, grains of spiritual rice were glowing red, and were of a much larger size than before, like a lychee. It was crystal clear, and there seemed to be a tiny flame in within.
"Why does this feel like I am making spiritual pills?"