Arthur pressed. He visualized. A tiny green light blinked “OK.”
Arthur lifted the lid. A cloud of steam, fragrant and pure, rose like a ghost from a shrine. And there it was. The rice. Each grain was a tiny, translucent jewel, standing upright, separate from its neighbor, yet united in a collective, pearlescent glory. It was the most beautiful rice he had ever seen. fujitronic rice cooker instructions
“One does not simply ‘press’ a button on a Fujitronic,” Arthur replied, pulling on his reading glasses. He settled into his armchair. “There is a ritual.” Arthur pressed