"What... what kind of 'egg omelet rice' is this? I heard the sizzling sound of Sunshine Fried Rice... and the taste, it was so fine, so fluffy, almost as if there was an air-like layer between the grains of rice... Ah, the natural sweetness, the taste of air, combined with the fragrance of the sun, I feel like I'm back in my childhood sleeping in the freshly sun-basked cotton blanket, my mouth is warm and cozy, so comfortable—"
As the pretty female host, with unclear articulation and a collapsing expression, shared her tasting experience, following the command of Dragon Head Zhu Ji, the 'soup kitchen' set up early in the foothills also began normal operations.
People scrambled to line up, just to get a small bowl of rice.
