The rice cake on the plate seems a bit better than the one from that breakfast shop, but not by much.
Xu Tuqiang really likes the rice cake from that breakfast shop. He often buys a few when passing by during his morning runs to fill his stomach a bit. Unlike steamed buns, Xu Tuqiang always feels that rice cakes don't fill him up at all. Even after eating five or six of them, he feels just okay and could eat something else. It's like the rice cake is just a small snack before a meal, not adding much to the feast or rescuing from famine, but still serving as a delicate embellishment.
The taste of that rice cake from before has already appeared in Xu Tuqiang's mind, and though he doesn't remember it clearly, it is delicious in his imagination.
Xu Tuqiang picked up the rice cake and took a bite.
The aroma of the rice is rich, slightly sweet, smooth, soft and sticky, bland, with a distinct flavor. It matches the imagination and surpasses it.
Full marks!
