No one knows how Li Lanhua arranged things after she returned.
But early in the morning, Seventh Uncle opened the roasting room specifically built back then and first told Wu Lan to take out those dried cucumbers and beans she had baked.
What kind of stuff, daring to share the same oven with his roasted duck?
Hmph!
Since raising this group of ducks, initially they weren't mature, so we couldn't eat them.
Later on, we only ate adult ducks, mostly made into soup or stewed.
It's rare to have such a stroke of luck like this time, just when a few unfortunate ones are... Oh dear, oh dear!
He picked up the ducks that had been marinated overnight and processed early in the morning, and at this moment, seeing how the duck skin had tightened, touched it to feel the elasticity. Seeing Wu Lan still focused on her cucumbers, he urged:
"Hurry up, we still need to put them in with a fan blowing for two hours before baking them. Are we even eating lunch or not?"
