Chapter 482: The Taste of My Saliva

Clay pot rice has to be cooked in a sand pot, hence it cannot be simply picked up and eaten, but needs to be sat down and savored slowly.

Lin Yifan and his group, a table of six, ordered just one clay pot rice, which was indeed quite eye-catching.

Even the owner was full of surprise, observing Lin Yifan and his five companions' attire which did not suggest they couldn't afford six servings. He couldn't understand why they would share just one bowl of clay pot rice.

However, since the guests wished to do so, he had no right to interfere.

"The fragrant seafood clay pot rice is ready!" the boss announced as he set down the clay pot.

He then lifted the blazing hot lid, poured a delicious sauce over it, and politely said, "Please enjoy!"

Having said that, he turned and left.

Room temperature sauce poured over the blistering seafood rice sizzled, constantly wafting a rich fragrance.