Shen Han's mood was changeable, but Su Shu didn't take it to heart.
All her attention was captivated by the Lake Rice she had just cooked. She never imagined that plain rice could yield such a blissful taste.
She had certainly learned something new today.
She picked up a piece with her chopsticks and examined it closely, pondering what made this rice so delicious.
Could it really be because the villagers used spring water from the mountains to irrigate the fields? She had always believed that claim was just a marketing gimmick to justify the high price, but now that she had actually tasted it, she could understand how it differed from the taste of ordinary rice.
Perhaps she was too distracted while eating, as Xiao'ai, who had been focused on his meal, looked at her with his little spoon for a while, then scooped up a small spoonful of white rice to examine it just like her.