Chapter 39 - experiential life

“Eh? Mister, where is this rice grown at?”

The master who was in charge of processing the rice picked up a rice stalk and sized up the rice attentively.

The more he looked at it, the more astonished he was. The outward appearance of the rice was very good.

The connoisseur recognizes the artistry while the layman simply enjoys the show.

The processing master had been working at the factory for a very long time and had processed a lot of rice, and had also seen before finished products that were very good. But, never had he before seen rice that was plump to this degree.

The rice ear presented a gold color, and the rice grains of the rice connected to each other in succession, appearing very neat and tidy. Even without processing the rice, a faint rice fragrance could still be smelled. To the master, all those things were somewhat bizarre.

Upon hearing that, Zhang Han shook his head and did not reply.