Ji Nuan lifted the large leaves that covered the stone pot, her expectant eyes looking into the pot.
The translucent purple grain had swollen several times, and only half of the pot was filled with the purple grain when poured. When cooked into rice, it filled up a huge pot. She carefully picked up a little of the purple rice with chopsticks and put it into her mouth.
The freshly steamed rice was very hot, Ji Nuan blew on it, her mouth in the shape of a goldfish.
Only when the purple rice in her mouth cooled down a bit, she chewed up all of it in her mouth.
The soft and glutinous texture made Ji Nuan satisfyingly squint her eyes, it was so delicious, only the heavens knew how much she missed the taste of rice.
She served the purple rice in the stone pot into a wooden barrel, covered it with three large leaves and sighed helplessly. It was so inconvenient without suitable kitchen utensils.