"Second Uncle, Uncle Liu, Auntie, come and taste the authentic Nanjing salted duck. We'll have the meal in half an hour, so let's have a bite to start."
Uncle Liu, being straightforward, didn't hold back: "Sure, the aroma from the kitchen has already woken up my appetite."
Auntie Liu also smiled and said, "We're lucky today, enjoying a feast without even stepping out the door."
She then looked at the duck meat just placed on the coffee table by Zhuo Qianqian and couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow, this duck looks so tender. You can tell it's delicious without even tasting it."
Zhuo Qianqian felt a bit proud, "You have a good eye. When the boss made it in Nanjing, it was always in short supply. Here, Auntie, Uncle, Second Uncle, here are some gloves for you. It tastes best when eaten by hand."
Zhuo Qianqian, along with Liu Zhaofeng and the others, also put on gloves, picking up a large plate of duck meat without distinguishing the parts, and casually put a piece into their mouths.
