Qin Huai freshly wrapped a piece of sticky rice cake for Xu Tuqiang.
After placing it for 12 hours, the texture was just right, soft and sticky. The rice-white sticky rice cake looked slightly translucent and was cut into finger-width strips, wrapped in thawed and reheated red bean paste of moderate sweetness, then rolled in fine white sugar.
In two words, delicious!
Unfortunately, Qin Huai's finger skill wasn't great, so he couldn't make beautifully shaped sticky rice cakes. Otherwise, Xu Tuqiang could have had the dining experience of a palace lady.
Xu Tuqiang gazed cherishingly at the small dish of sticky rice cake in front of him.
This wasn't just ordinary sticky rice cake; it was the beginning of his happiness.
"Isn't it just a bite of rice cake? Look at your expression, someone who doesn't know might think you found gold." Mr. Cao ruthlessly mocked, expressionless while munching on a bun.
Heh, he didn't even like rice cakes.
