While he was explaining, Zhao Shun had already started cooking the black sesame paste.
Compared to the grinding process, cooking seemed quite straightforward. Simply pour all the powders into the hot water with brown sugar, stir evenly, and then continue stirring and heating until smooth and thick.
The cooked black sesame paste looked incredibly delicate, quite similar to the texture of French sauces, while the black sesame granules were still distinctly visible.
Zhao Shun only made two bowls, one he handed to Lin Chen, the other...
He glanced around the room, amidst dozens of expectant gazes, he picked up a spoon, raised a spoonful of black sesame paste, tilted it slightly, and let the smooth paste slowly drip into the bowl.
The rich aroma of sesame wafted out, with a faint unique nutty fragrance of peanuts.
When he scooped the second spoonful, he unhesitatingly stuffed it directly into his mouth.
