Fang Ye brought over another bamboo basket from the other outlet of the rice huller, which was filled with a bunch of dark yellow powder.
"This is what we usually call bran, including the crushed husks of rice grains and a rougher outer layer of the rice!"
Because it's all husks, the texture isn't great, and it's very dry and hard to digest. If eaten, it might cause constipation and difficulty in moving the bowels; usually, it's cooked and fed to pigs! Or used as feed for chickens and ducks.
In the past, during the war of resistance and years of famine when tis were tough and people had no rice to eat, they could only eat bran with leaves and wild vegetables."
Everyone listened earnestly, feeling sowhat shaken inside.
One should think of the toil behind every bite of porridge or rice, rembering the continuous effort behind every thread and fabric.
Little do we know the labor behind each al, every grain cos with hardship.
Normally, listening to the teachings of teachers and looking at the banners hanging in the school cafeteria only stayed at the level of slogans.
Having personally planted rice once and understanding how it appears on the dining table, the feelings are indeed different.
It's unrealistic to say that not a single grain of rice will be wasted in the future, but when ordering food, one will certainly consider first if they can finish their portion.
At the sa ti, there is also more respect for the farrs who produce the grain.
...
After processing the rice with the machine, the bags of rice grains were loaded onto a cart and pushed to the road next to the zoo office building.
If one wants to dry the rice, the open space in the square is definitely better!
But on one hand, there are tourists coming and going, and on the other hand, there are flocks of pigeons. That would simply be offering them a buffet.
Visitors usually don't co to the office building side, and if it rains, the staff can co out in ti to gather the rice.
In Linhai, there's quite a bit of rain in the sumr, so so drying mats are spread out on the ground.
The rice is dried on top of them so that if it starts to rain, rolling up both ends allows for quick retrieval.
The children, wielding tools similar to mop handles, ran around spreading the rice grains evenly, shouting and calling as they did so.
Drying the rice is relatively easy work and they played happily, with parents taking photos on the side.
After all the toiling, so children were already hungry!
A little chubby boy ran over, impatiently asking, "Brother Fang Ye, when can we eat?"
Fang Ye laughed and said, "Don't worry, the chef has already started cooking. There's crispy rice crust, which you like to eat.
There's also freshly picked corn, absolutely delicious! Just play around a little longer, and soon you'll get to eat."
He had previously ntioned to the chef that so kids wanted to eat crispy rice crust and asked if the chef could make it.
The chef said, of course!
The Panda Restaurant had plenty of pots, usually used for cooking bamboo shoot soup, perfect for making claypot rice as well.
Claypot rice, as a famous cuisine from the Guangdong region, stands out most for the smooth golden rice crust that forms at the bottom of the pot, which tastes better than your typical rice crust.
The little chubby boy swallowed and said, "Great!"
Tang Xiaoxin also ran over, looking upset, "Brother Fang Ye, my face hurts so much! It must've been scratched by the rice straw. I didn't feel it before, but now it's burning! Will it leave a scar?"
Fang Ye smiled and said, "No problem, wait a mont, I'll get a Healing Spray to soothe it!"
The Healing Spray drawn previously had an excellent effect!
Sotis the animals fight and get injured, or the staff get accidentally scratched by animals. A quick spray and they recover quickly, now a standard item in each exhibition hall.
Returning a while later with a can of Healing Spray, he called the children over and started spraying each of them.
"Shh shh," after spraying twice, the children grimaced in pain!
The spraying hurt at the ti, but the effect was imdiate; a little while after spraying, the wound suddenly didn't hurt as much.
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By noon, the Panda Restaurant was bustling with people—full to capacity!
Parents and children from roughly two families sat at each table; those who couldn't find a seat had to go to the animal restaurant.
The little fatty stared longingly in the direction of the kitchen, as if he could hardly wait.
Tang Xiaoxin and Qian Keke whispered to each other, guessing what they would have for lunch today!
Seeing the waiter approaching with a tray, their eyes lit up with anticipation, they rubbed their hands together and watched the tray without blinking.
The waiter put down a few clay pots and handed out a white wet towel to each person, smiling, "Please enjoy! Be careful, it's hot."
Next, the waiter set down a few exquisite small dishes: "This is the sauce! You can pour it over the rice."
From the small holes in the clay pots, white steam escaped, wafting out a faint yet tempting aroma that whetted appetites.
You could even hear a "sizzle and pop" sound, as the steam from the rice made contact with the high temperature of the clay pot walls, creating a delightful noise.
Having worked all morning and expended considerable energy, stomachs were already growling; slling this tantalizing aroma, they couldn't help but swallow saliva involuntarily!
"Wow, that slls so good!"
"Is it clay pot rice?"
"I sll the crust!"
Wiping their hands with the wet towel, they couldn't wait to lift the lid off the clay pot!
A cloud of white steam billowed out from the pot, and the sweet aroma of hot rice mixed with a subtle scent of char, along with the savory sll of at, filled the air—many tis more intense than before—invading the nostrils!
Upon lifting the lid, they saw the rice grains in the clay pot—plump and glistening. Slices of dark red cured at were laid across the rice, their fat giving the rice below a shiny, pale yellow sheen, and a few green leaves of baby bok choy added a nice touch of color, all of which looked very appealing.
The vibrant and enticing colors of the clay pot rice alone were enough to stimulate the appetite!
Qian Keke picked up her chopsticks and grabbed a slice of cured at, blew on it gently, and chewed it in her mouth.
She wasn't sure if the cured at was sweet or spicy! She preferred it a bit spicy.
With the first bite, the salty, spicy, and fatty flavors burst forth, with a light spiciness lingering in the mouth, making her eyes shine, "Mmm! Delicious!"
Tang Xiaoxin picked up the seasoning sauce, pushed the cured at and bok choy aside, picked up a small dish, and poured the sauce in circles over the rice!
The sauce quickly perated the rice, which, together with the heat of the rice and pot walls, made a pleasing "sizzle" sound.
The sound was incredibly soothing, like giving the ears a spa treatnt!
Just listening to it brought an imnse sense of satisfaction from deep within.
It was hard to tell if it was the sauce wrapping the rice, or the rice enclosing the sauce—they were perfectly integrated with each other.
Tang Xiaoxin blew on it twice, scooped up a spoonful, and put it all into her mouth, chewing eagerly!
Instantly, the fragrance of the rice, the aroma of the sauce, and the scent of the cured at's fat all exploded in her mouth at once!
"Delicious! So delicious!"
That was Tang Xiaoxin's thought, and by this point, she could no longer be bothered to talk!
She continuously scooped rice into her mouth, eating voraciously and not at all ladylike, crunching away!
The rice grown from the spiritual soil was not just shiny and beautiful to look at, but it also tasted way better than even the finest rice available on the market.
Each mouthful was fragrant and lingering, as if wandering in a rice field after a rain, the sheer joy almost lifting one off their feet!
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