Toward evening on the day of the awakening, Rongrong handed Uncle Zhou the roster after checking the headcount. The long tables in the front courtyard had just been put away, and in three days they would have to be set out again. Uncle Zhou tucked the roster among the purchasing lists, checked the rice vat first, then lifted the lid of the vegetable basket, calculating how much extra hot rice and food they would need that evening.
Chen An said he wanted to make a new dish. Uncle Zhou closed the vegetable basket and asked how many pots he would need.
"One large pot and half a worktable," Chen An said. "Four ducks. A platter for each of the two tables in the front courtyard, and two platters for inside. Make the hot rice and other dishes just as you originally planned."
Uncle Zhou laughed first. "Last time you made Twice-Cooked Pork, Fang Ming nearly took half the pot all by himself. Will those two platters inside be enough?"
"If he really can eat half a duck, I'll tell him to buy another himself."
Fang Ming had just helped Han Cheng carry in a sack of rice and happened to hear him. He immediately denied it. "I was getting some for Shao Heng that day."
"If you were getting it for him, why did it end up in your own bowl?" Shao Heng exposed him from behind.
Chen An let them argue and went to check the ingredients first. The genuine positive reviews for the Twice-Cooked Pork had reached a hundred not long after Xue Qinghe left the sect. Over the past three months, he had continued serving meals as usual and added several more recipes along the way. This time, several children's families would be gathering together, and Uncle