Draining the glutinous rice that had been soaked in well water overnight, Mosilaire poured them into some fresh bamboo tubes, which may look a little shabby, but were actually quite useful as a substitute for the steamers that were lacking in the base.

She then covered the bamboo tubes, which had been filled with glutinous rice through a gap, and placed wooden sticks on top of the pot filled with water.

Closing the lid of the pot with only a small opening for ventilation, Mosilaire reached out and activated the electric stove.

Because of the need to keep an eye on the heat and add water to the pot during the steaming process, Mosilele had to sit by honestly, boredly flipping through magazine,——s or scratching peanuts lazily licking cat hair on her lap.

After about half an hour, the steam overflowing from the pot carried some very light aroma of rice.

Mosilaire put down the Rubik's Cube in her hand—the last thing Winnie had picked up from the wreckage of the ship, which had belonged to Mosilaire but had been lost to a corner of the ship shortly after she had bought it—because even she couldn't figure out how this hateful thing could be restored, even if she racked her brains.

What's even more annoying is that this is still the case.

As he walked over to the pot, Mosilaire turned off the stove and lifted the lid of the pot—and there was a burst of scorching steam, and the smell of rice was much stronger.

Mosilaire waited for the steam in the pot to dissipate, and ran his arms through a bucket filled with cold well water before using his chopsticks to pull open the lid of a bamboo tube.

She took some white, fat, crystal-clear grains of rice, put them in her mouth and chewed them carefully - although it was a little hot, the glutinous rice was full of bouncy and full of water and mischievously sticky to her teeth - in short, she steamed it very successfully.

Using a spoon to remove the bamboo tubes containing the cooked glutinous rice from the pot, which smelled a little gluttonous, Mosilaire immediately went to inform the old knife and Bender, who had already begun to work—the glutinous rice had to be beaten with hot glutinous rice to be delicious.

Hearing this, the two of them almost immediately dropped the materials and tools in their hands and hurriedly followed after Mosilare, and they seemed to be even more excited than Mosilare.

Due to the lack of stone mortars needed to make glutinous rice cakes in the base, Mosilaire ended up replacing it with a stone urn scattered around the main body of the base.

The walls of this stone urn, which had been honored as a mortar, were thick, and she didn't know what it was used for in the past - she only hoped that this ugly urn was just a shoddy ornament, not an urn for ashes, or something like that, otherwise it would be a little too terrible.

The narrow mouth of the stone urn was carefully knocked out by Mosilere, and after being washed many times, everyone poured a clump of sticky glutinous rice into it.

These cooked glutinous rice, which weighed about three catties, eventually filled the small half of the stone urn and gave off a charming fragrance in the sun.

After Mosilele taught them the essentials and precautions of beating, the old knife volunteered to be the first to play and operate a large wooden stalk that Bender had made in a hurry last night.

Every time the old knife thrashed hard and pulled the sledgehammer off the slimy rice ball, Mosilele, who was crouching on the side, would flip the glutinous rice ball over with his cold water hand to ensure that every plump grain of glutinous rice would be hit by the sledgehammer - but the old knife, who was nearly sixty years old, was no longer young, so the job was soon taken over by the younger and stronger Bender.

The old knife rubbed his sore arm and sighed: "Flowers have a reblooming day, and no one is young anymore", Mosilaire, who was squatting on the ground, also stood up, and let Winnie, who was eager to try it on the side, participate in the activity of beating the glutinous cakes,—— which made Winnie very happy - she had long wanted to touch this white and soft food!

Due to Chef Mo's strict requirements for food, the work was extended to two and a half hours, during which the work of beating and flipping glutinous rice balls rotated several times.

With the concerted efforts of everyone, the original grainy and crystal clear rice grains have also been transformed into a kind of soft, poked and elastic wonderful food due to countless external blows - it looks a bit like kneaded dough, but in fact it is completely different - after all, in addition to the material, processing techniques, and the characteristics of the ingredients, the dough can not be eaten directly like glutinous rice cakes.

Oh, and if you're hungry enough to eat the dough, Mosilaire won't stop you – of course, you'd better be prepared for diarrhea – and you might be constipated, who knows?

Pull down a small cloud of white glutinous rice dumplings for them to satisfy their hunger first, and everyone also needs to knead this large ball of glue pasted on the wall of the stone urn into a small round ball that is easy to eat—this is a technical task, so everyone, including Mosilel, is very naughty and clumsy in their way of moving the battlefield from the outdoor to the indoor table, and everyone who lacks tea oil will sometimes get their hands stuck with delicious food.

But even so, they laughed and laughed happily in the midst of a lot of irregular edges, large and small—these ugly dumplings must not be seen by Mosilel's great-grandfather, or the stubborn old man would have tore off the table in anger!

Winnie's pleasure was more direct and simple than that of the grown-ups—sometimes she would toss and turn the gooey things over and over her clean hands several times, and then swallow them all in her stomach while no one was looking—and although Winnie was already doing her best to try to disguise her "petty theft", Mosilaire had seen it all.

Winnie's cute gesture made Mosileelle laugh and cry, but it made her heart more determined to bring more, better, and more delicious food to everyone—the road must be difficult, but who is she?

She's the famous chef of Mosilaire – well, maybe not so famous right now – but Mosilaire feels that one day her name will ring all over the planet.

Since the kneading dumplings were already a little cold, Mosilele reheated some of the chubby babies to restore their soft and waxy bodies.

After putting the hot, fragrant dumplings into a bowl, Mosilaire sprinkled a handful of sugar on top and took some chopsticks and forks.

They were brought to the table, and everyone around the table shared these hard-won delicacies.

Good food always has the magic of soothing the soul – maybe a counsellor and a chef can use the same professional qualification?