Unripe glutinous rice just doesn't cut it.
The three of them, Seventh Uncle, Seventh Grandma, and Song Tan, wielded sickles to harvest a big bundle. Now they're back and manually threshing it since there's too little for the machine. Hence, everyone in the house grabs a handful for some real hand-threshing.
After husking and without spreading it to dry, just trying it as is...
Seventh Uncle eyed the thick porridge in the bowl and remarked, "It's indeed not sticky enough."
It also lacks the rich aroma of cooked rice.
Just... savor the young and raw taste of the rice then.
Seventh Uncle lamented, "You have to heed the old saying; the rice isn't ready, it's a waste!"
"Not really." Qiaoqiao was poking a little hole in a salted duck egg, mixing the yolk into the bowl with chopsticks, and it was fragrant with the white porridge and salted egg yolk!
He was satisfied, "I've eaten it, how can it be wasted?"
