The process of pounding sticky rice became more strenuous towards the end because the stickiness increased, and it stuck to the pestle; Eric had deep experience with this.
But it seemed not to affect Kiet; he swung the iron pestle lightly and quickly, and rarely, his force was controlled just right.
Seeing the state of the sticky rice in the mortar was almost done, Eric hurriedly shouted to stop.
[bánh giầy] was made from cooked sticky rice, so it could be eaten immediately after making.
He washed his hands and shaped the sticky, elastic dough into small round cakes as in his memory, placing them on a wooden board. This way, after hardening, they would be easy to pick up, and just needed reheating to eat.
Kiet watched his movements hungrily from the side. Eric smiled, handing him a plain [bánh giầy] without any seasoning.
