"Chef Huang, the Indica rice we soaked yesterday, I've already poured out the soaking water as you instructed this morning. I put the rice in the blender with a little water to grind it finely into rice slurry. I made sure to add water in two batches, then used cheesecloth to strain out the excess water and wring it dry. Take a look, is this rice flour up to your standard?"
Qian Guoxiang and Aunt Lin brought several bowls of finished rice flour to the workbench for Huang Jun to inspect.
Huang Jun stepped forward.
He put on disposable gloves, picked up a handful of rice flour, examined it closely, and nodded with satisfaction, saying, "Very good, Assistant Chef Qian, you did an excellent job. The texture of this rice flour is very fine, and the moisture is just right, exactly what I needed."
Hearing this, Qian Guoxiang and the others finally felt relieved.
Like a weight lifted off their shoulders!
Seeing this, Wan Zhenhong's curiosity was piqued again.
