After confirming that the rice is undercooked, Lin Yuan quickly tested the temperature of the dishes.
"Cold!" Lin Yuan continued.
Wen Yingying asked incredulously, "That's not right!"
"When we brought it over, the food was just cooked! How could it cool down so fast?"
Zhang Zhen and the others seemed a bit skeptical too. They rushed forward to check, and indeed, all the food was cold as if it had been left out for a long time.
"Damn it!"
"This is really weird! We saw her cook these dishes with our own eyes! How could they be cold?" Zhang Zhen cursed, thinking about how he just ate a mouthful of rice, and he started to gag.
"Brother Lin, what exactly is undercooked rice?" Wen Yingying asked curiously.
"After a person dies, during the burial, the bowl of rice placed in front of the coffin is called undercooked rice. This undercooked rice is rice cooked to a half-raw, half-cooked state."
"Living people eat cooked rice, dead people naturally eat undercooked rice."
