Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 409 - Chapter 409 409. The Best Rice in the World_1

Chapter 409: 409. The Best Rice in the World_1 Chapter 409: 409. The Best Rice in the World_1 What does delicious rice look like?

Originally, Lao Song’s family grew rice varieties more common in the south, which were harder in texture. Furthermore, their seed selection was just average, so the taste was really subpar, on the same level as the rice sold in supermarkets for one or two yuan per jin.

But this year, when Song Tan came to cultivate rice, considering that the family members were getting on in years, he chose a variety found more commonly in the north — Japonica rice.

Japonica rice is shorter and plumper, with a soft, delicate, and sweet flavor. Except for being slightly inferior to Indica rice when making fried rice with eggs, it’s pretty good for everything else.

Most importantly, this year they cultivated two rice crops, so timing for breeding and transplanting seedlings started earlier than usual.

And Japonica rice is more cold-resistant; its amylopectin structure becomes even sweeter with the big temperature differences…

In short, suitability is determined by the local environment.

Because of this, Song Sancheng grumbled for a long time, with one main idea —

He had gotten used to eating hard rice over the years and did not like that sticky, soft type.

Moreover, based on their agricultural experience from decades ago, rice that was a bit harder was thought to be more filling.

It was Song Tan’s words that eventually convinced him:

“Dad, twenty years ago, you had to carry bundles of rice back home. Now we have machines, and for the work our family can’t finish, we’ve hired help… Qiaoqiao is already so big, you don’t still want to struggle like we did when we were kids, right?”

“Eating something softer is also less of a burden on the stomach.”

Sure enough, in today’s blazing stove, the churning grains were just such rice.

The fragrance of rice pervaded the entire courtyard, making everyone a bit restless.

Even though Song Tan had just deftly chopped up a few watermelons to quench everyone’s craving, people couldn’t help but stand at the doorway, sniffing the air like a hungry little puppy.

After smelling it, the female classmate emotionally returned to the living room and then let out a long sigh:

“Isn’t it said that the fruits of one’s own labor are the sweetest? Maybe it’s because I really worked hard today, why does tonight’s rice smell so fragrant?”

“Just this rice, I could eat three big bowls just for the fragrance!”

In normal times, this would naturally be an exaggerated joke. But recalling the overstuffed bellies from lunch, everyone became curious:

“How sweet is it?”

The female classmate waved her hand: “The touch of scent in the living room doesn’t compare to a tenth of what you get outside.”

“Let me go smell it!”

“Me too! I didn’t do much work today, slacked off, I need to check if the filter has disappeared…”

Two classmates ran out.

Everyone waited a while, but no one came back. Upon turning around they saw–

“No way, Chen Zhou, you’re actually sneaking a taste in the kitchen!”

“I’m not sneaking a taste!”

The old classmate, a bachelor, simply blocked the kitchen door: “Is it wrong that the scent is too enticing and I just want to come over to smell it a bit more?”

At his words, everyone exchanged looks and then they all crowded at the doorway.

And then they stopped in their tracks.

They looked at each other: “Why do I feel… that the sweetness of this rice doesn’t seem like it’s just because of the filter added by our own hard work?”

It really was too fragrant.

The sweetness of the rice, hard to describe in words, was a scent that made you feel warm and cozy from your heart to your stomach…

Saliva… saliva’s about to drip! Everyone struggled to maintain their sanity.

The truth is, rice is mostly starch, not very high in nutritional content, and too much of it can lead to weight gain.

But…

“Not eating carbs will make you dumb, and I really love rice!”

“Me too!”

“Ah, I’ll diet tomorrow, I exercised today–”

No sooner had these words been said than someone else rushed to the kitchen doorway.

Just then, the rice in the big pot began to bubble up, and Seventh Uncle was expertly scooping out the rice soup with a ladle.

In a simple stainless steel basin, brimming with creamy white rice soup, if it weren’t for everyone restraining themselves from crossing the kitchen threshold, their saliva would be dripping into the basin.

Seventh Uncle even planned to make soup with this rice soup!

He took a deep breath at the moment, “Tantan really has a knack for growing things! Look at this rice; it’s nothing like what we used to eat.”

He proudly twirled his mustache at Seventh Grandma, “How about that? Enjoying life back in the hometown, right? If it weren’t for my cooking skills, where could I get to enjoy such good food?”

Eating it makes one feel light and healthy, cheerful every day; they wouldn’t trade it for a fairy.

Seventh Grandma swallowed saliva too.

But she was old, and with old-fashioned thoughts, glancing at the crowd of people standing at the door, she couldn’t bring herself to say she wanted to drink a bowl of rice soup first.

It wasn’t until Seventh Uncle had ladled out almost all of the rice soup and put the lid back on the pot that the enticing aroma slightly dissipated.

Only slightly, not by much.

Glancing again at the crowd by the door, he simply waved the big spoon: “Come on, go get a bowl, let me serve you a bowl of rice soup to warm your stomach.”

In the scorching heat, dripping with sweat, no one felt there was anything wrong with warming the stomach. They quickly turned and shouted loudly, “Song Tan, where are your bowls and chopsticks?”

Song Tan came over and saw–although she was also a bit greedy, her old classmates were easy to please.

It was just rice soup, free to drink.

“I’ll get them, in the dining room cabinet–”

Before she could even move, an impatient classmate had already dashed in, and soon came out with an entire pack of disposable bowls.

So, every member of the family was served a full bowl.

The milky white rice soup gently swirled in the brown paper bowls, and no one minded the heat; they didn’t even dare to move back to the living room, afraid a drop of this precious soup might spill along the way…

Instead, they stood in the courtyard under the faint blue night sky, puffing on their bowls.

Aunt Lianhua knew Xin Jun, so seeing several young men not coming down the house all day, she carried a tray with “Double Happiness” enamel that was from who knows when, and brought up three full bowls of soup.

In the kitchen, considerate Seventh Uncle had already portioned out some soup into several big bowls separately.

In this manner, that big basin of soup had the classmates puffing hot air and slurping it down into their bellies.

It left Song Tan somewhat amused and bemused–

Conscience of heaven and earth, this was certainly not the agenda she had planned! After all, even though ‘Fairy Tan’ considered herself frugal, she hadn’t calculated to this extent.

“Having drunk rice soup right after eating watermelon, my stomach’s filled with water. Are you guys still going to eat dinner tonight?”

“Of course, we’re eating!”

“Exactly! I personally threshed the rice; I have to eat it no matter what!”

“Not to mention anything else, I can eat three big bowls of this rice!” “I want to eat the crispy rice crust.”

“I want to eat that too…”

Well then, no sooner had the soup settled in their stomachs, the conversation made everyone crave again.

Even Song Tan was somewhat speechless.

She hurriedly urged them to go to the living room, “Don’t hang around here, go and rest for a while, aren’t you tired after the whole day?”

Only when everyone had gone inside did she leisurely wander into the kitchen and then quietly sip from her bowl.

How to put it?

It was quite touching.

Having been back for half a year, she could finally eat a satisfying bowl of rice.

Seventh Uncle still pondered, “Next year, we need to grow more rice; plant some glutinous rice, and also some long-grain rice. Good long-grain rice tastes not bad either, it’s just a different texture–specially making egg fried rice would definitely be particularly delicious.”

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