Chapter 839 - Fine, Change It (1/2)

As mentioned earlier, Yuan Zhou washed rice grains differently than others. In order to not spoil the fresh fragrance of the rice, he had always used an odorless crystal stick to stir the rice grains. With the stirring, the rice grains would collide against each other and pushed the impurities off through friction. That was how Yuan Zhou would wash his rice grains.

And thus, Jiang Meisi, Bai Guo and Li He could see Yuan Zhou using his left hand to lightly shake the porcelain pot while his right hand stirred the rice grains. As he stirred, the rice grains and the water in the pot started spinning.

The rice grains and water spun in a consistent orbit. More importantly, the motions of Yuan Zhou’s two hands and his control over the rice grains and the water was a balancing act to create something that looked like a white tornado.

Yuan Zhou’s movements were slow and unhurried, yet precise. Li He and company were stupefied when they saw that Yuan Zhou was different from others even in something like washing rice grains.

“Oh, this is quite an astonishing washing method,” Dean raised his brow in astonishment. He then spoke, seemingly giving Jiang Meisi and the others an explanation, yet also seemingly talking to himself as if he saw through some secret, “Although I have never seen Chef Yuan make Western desserts, I believe he is definitely very good at it as well.”

“When cooking Western desserts, the most important part is the precise strength control of one’s hands. With how he is washing the rice grains, it is obvious his control over his hands are very good. Regardless of whether it is his left or right hand, a little bit more extra or less force would spoil the rotation he has going on. This optimal rotation is probably the result of countless experimentation,” Dean sighed, “This is, in fact, a complicated rice washing method. But when I thought of the improvisations Chef Yuan had done to his Swedish Meatball, I find this understandable.”

“In fact, a master is quite similar to an elite in terms of skill, with the only difference being the more minute details.”

As the saying went, while the connoisseur recognized the artistry, the layman simply enjoyed the show. Without Dean’s explanation, Li He, Jiang Meisi and Bai Guo would only think that Yuan Zhou’s rice washing method was somewhat different and refined.

But now…

“No way, right?” Even with a clear explanation by Dean, Jiang Meisi still found it hard to believe. Was such a complicated method really needed for washing rice grains?

It might be a coincidence, but the moment Jiang Meisi thought of this, Yuan Zhou stopped and started rotating counter-clockwise instead. This time, the amount of force he applied with his hands were exactly the same as previous. At the very least, Jiang Meisi was unable to see any difference.

The strength used was indeed fixed.

“Is this how we’re supposed to wash the rice grains?” Li He and company suddenly realized something and their expressions changed.

Yuan Zhou did not stop and wait for them to wallow in their emotions. He continued on.

After washing the rice grains two times with the same method, he poured the water out and placed the rice into the pressure cooker. As usual, he did this with both hands.

His right hand was holding onto a pot of boiled water while his left hand was holding onto a scoop. When he poured the water inside, the scoop on his left hand started moving gently.

Li He had sharp eyes. He could clearly see the white grains sprinkling down from the scoop. And before the aroma that had appeared after the rice grains were mixed with boiled water could spread, Yuan Zhou placed the lid on the cooker and started cooking the rice.

That was not all. Midway through, they saw Yuan Zhou took out the half-cooked rice before soaking them for about one to two minutes.

They were completely confused as to why something as simple as cooking rice was turning into something so complicated.

Why? This did not seem logical.

Apart from Dean, everyone else felt like cursing. But when they saw the cameraman near them, they kept the curses in.

“So are all the servings of rice I have eaten cooked like this as well?” Bai Guo questioned himself.