'It's already roasted so perfectly, and it's still only fifty percent as good as the original?'
Andre felt himself starting to get used to Lin Chen's habit of shaking his head every time he finished a dish.
Lin Chen didn't waste any words. He grabbed the pan and placed it under the duck's tail end, then pulled out the skewer that had been used to seal the cavity. He plunged his knife in and sliced downward, creating an opening.
A torrent of fragrant, scalding-hot juices burst from the opening like a breaking dam, carrying with it a stream of sliced mushrooms.
"So much juice?!"
Andre stared in shock at the thin layer of juices pooling in the pan. He couldn't for the life of him figure out how there could be so much liquid inside the duck's cavity.
This wasn't his first time eating a King's Down Duck. He'd had his fair share of other wild ducks and pheasants, too.
