Soon, the table was piled high with dishes. The aromas of all kinds of food wafted up, and both Weng Qian and Old Chen could not help swallowing.
The most eye-catching dish was the huge pot of stewed goose sitting on the small stove in the middle of the table.
The charcoal beneath it was still burning, and the goose in the pot bubbled away. The onions, potatoes, and other sides had released their fragrance as well. The complicated blend of aromas made everyone ravenous.
Lu Ao took out some liquor and drinks. "Drinks first, or dinner first?"
"Dinner, dinner!" Weng Qian hurriedly said. "Just smelling this has had me hungry all afternoon. I've been dying to try it. Let's skip the liquor—we still have business to discuss later."
Lu Ao smiled and handed out bowls, telling everyone to serve themselves some rice.
As Song Zhou served the rice, he also filled a bowl for Lu Ao and passed it to him.
Everyone at the table eagerly reached their chopsticks toward the iron pot of stewed goose, Lu Ao included.
He dipped the first piece he picked up in water, then tossed it to Chubby, who had been waiting beside the table. Chubby stood up, lifted his head, snatched the meat in his mouth, and lay down on the floor to eat it intently.
Lu Ao smiled and picked up a second piece.
This was the most elaborate dish on the table, as well as the most fragrant main course. Steam billowed from the meat as he lifted it with his chopsticks. Lu Ao blew on it, then gently tapped the meat with the tips of his teeth.
The Lionhead Geese they raised were practically half-wild. For most of the past half year, the flock had spent its time outside