The aroma of eggs coupled with chopped green onions wafted toward Blour. All of the ingredients had been evenly diced to match the size of the grains of rice, and they were distributed evenly throughout the plate. It was as if a rainbow had been torn down from the sky and chopped up into pieces before being served in this dish. The colors were vibrant and refreshing, and the grains of rice glistened like stars under the light of the chandelier overhead.
What a pretty dish! Blour's eyes lit up at the sight of the Yangzhou fried rice. The colors were exuberant, the ingredients were diced to perfection, and the grains of rice were like an intricate work of art.
