Chapter 79 A Strange Old Man

Bamboo rice slowly began to release its fragrance, the scents of smoked meat, potatoes, and carrots gradually filled the air, drawing their attention irresistibly.

Bai Zhi glanced over, judging that the time was about right.

The six people together had made six servings of bamboo rice, one for each person, which was plenty, especially with stir-fried potatoes and smoked meat as well.

Everyone was somewhat impatient to start eating, but a slightly awkward issue arose: they had forgotten to bring chopsticks.

But no worries, they could simply take an unused bamboo segment with their sickles, split it open, and voilà, makeshift chopsticks. Although they weren't pretty, they would suffice for one-time use.

Splitting open the bamboo rice, the bamboo's inner lining turned a golden brown, enveloping the rice so it could be slid out in one whole piece. That was the biggest difference between baking and steaming.