"That's easy," Zhao Jun said with a smile. "We just came to see what all the excitement's about. Our village is too small; we never get to see a spring hunt on this scale."
"Then you should stay for a few more days and have some fun," Tao Xiaobao said. "We've got plenty of food and drink at home. If you feel like going up the mountain, go right ahead. If not, I'll have Tao Fei hang out with you."
As they spoke, the aroma of the stewing goose in the outer room grew stronger. Li Yunxiang lifted the pot lid, brought out the steamed rice, and set it aside. She then covered it with a basin to keep it from getting cold.
Next, Li Yunxiang lifted the lid of the steamer and sprinkled the dried potato slices, which had been rehydrated in hot water, into the goose stew.
After putting the lid back on, Li Yunxiang picked up the small basin of goose blood and sprinkled in some salt and chopped green onions.
