Wang Fan started steaming the rice.
The Wuchang Rice harvested this year looked plump, glistening, and white.
Wang Fan carefully rinsed the rice, continuing until the water in the pot was clear and transparent.
He dipped his index finger into the pot, gently touching the rice until the water level barely covered the first knuckle. Only then did he nod in satisfaction.
He then took out some oil and salt, sprinkling a little into the pot, before covering it and starting the rice cooker.
After completing all of this, Wang Fan smiled slightly, knowing the fragrance would soon fill the air.
...
"Hurry up, you two. I'm telling you, the morning market in the Northeast is amazing. The aroma will leave you two calling it daddy."
A tall and sturdy young man led the way on the road, followed sluggishly by two young men bundled up like bears, eyes still sleepy.
