Qin Zhenhai took a bite of the fried rice, his face remained calm, but as he chewed, his pupils visibly dilated.
"How could it be..." Qin Zhenhai's mind was in turmoil.
This big spoonful of fried rice contained many ingredients. Although Yu Hongtao was stingy, Chen Mo managed to cook them all very evenly.
As he bit down, the first sensation was a slightly charred crispness, but this texture disappeared quickly. What truly shocked Qin Zhenhai was...
After that hint of charred crispness came a rush of chicken broth flavor!
Before he could properly savor and ponder why the chicken flavor was so rich...
The bits of sausage burst with hot oil between his teeth, but the quantity was so little it didn't feel greasy at all.
Just when Qin Zhenhai was about to carefully savor it, the aroma of Shaoxing wine seemed to capture that bit of oil, pulling it downwards, giving him no chance to think.
