Fat sizzled in the flames.
Xia Yu took the rice basin passed to him by Ichise Hui and Xingping Chuangzhen and, without hesitation, dumped in all the rice.
Thump, thump, thump…
As the flames engulfed the rice balls, the crowd found themselves speechless.
With an iron spatula in each hand, Xia Yu began to swing them the moment he poured in the rice.
One shovel, one flip!
The originally moist, snow-white rice, now enveloped in flames, saw its moisture transformed into mist. As Xia Yu flipped and stirred with his spatula, each grain of rice was defined, rising and falling with the flames.
And if you looked closely, it wasn't hard to notice a layer of distorted flame encasing each grain.
"Egg mixture—"
He called out.
"Coming!"
An assistant passed over a basin filled with egg mixture, freshly delivered by IGO.
