Lin Feng had sent over an old hen. It needed to be slowly stewed in a clay pot; the point wasn't to eat the meat, but to drink the rich broth.
Da Bao knew that when he was cooking in the kitchen, his few good friends would definitely come over to mooch a meal. So he made a large portion, and Lin Feng had provided more than enough.
"If you guys don't come back for the summer break, I'll just send the stuff over to you then," Lin Feng had told them.
When he said "send," he meant he would have his family's private jet fly it over. He could pack up all sorts of things and bring the kids a taste of home.
"Wow, that smells amazing!"
"I can't wait to dig in."
"Ever since you got here, we've fallen in love with Chinese food. It's just incredible."
