Today he wanted to make a type of mixed fruit filling glutinous rice ball that wouldn't be out of place in the current era, that could at least be described as having a decent taste, and was quite unique.
The glutinous rice balls were tumbling in the pot.
They're ready to be taken out.
Zheng Siyuan served up the rice balls, not into small bowls, but all in a big basin. Everyone watched from the side, and nobody took a bowl first. Qin Huai even pulled out his phone and started a countdown.
3 minutes and 50 seconds.
Although Tan Wei'an didn't understand why it was 3 minutes and 50 seconds, he wasn't a fool. He could roughly guess that Qin Huai was timing the cooling down period to make them edible. To appear as if he were busy, Tan Wei'an silently grabbed bowls and spoons, handing one to each person, including Guli, and then stood at the back.
This way he didn't have to be the first to taste the rice balls.
Qin Huai watched the time.
3 minutes and 49 seconds.
