Deng Yuanhang was also drawn in by the aroma. He simply removed the lid that had been cracked open at one corner.
"This?" Looking at the heap of duck necks, duck feet, and various offal, Deng Yuanhang was too shocked to speak.
"Have a taste. My wife specially braised these for us to pass the time on the road." Gu Wenheng finished speaking and silently crossed his fingers in his heart. His wife had indeed braised them, but she had actually cooked a massive pot long ago, stored it in her interspatial dimension, and only dug it out today.
"It smells fragrant, but how are we supposed to eat it?" Zhou Ping flipped through the upper and lower layers but couldn't find any chopsticks.
Gu Wenheng unscrewed his waterskin, gave his hands a quick rinse, and reached right in with his bare hands. "This stuff is only satisfying when you eat it like this. Give it a try." Back in his student days, whenever the dorm had an event, these snacks were always the main attraction.
