The aroma drew Deng Yuanhang over as well, and he simply removed the lid completely.
"What's this?" Staring at the pile of duck necks, duck feet, and some miscellaneous organs, Deng Yuanhang was stunned speechless.
"Go on, try some. My wife specially braised these for us to snack on and kill time on the road."
After speaking, Ancient Wen Heng silently made a mental note. 'It's true my wife braised them, but it was a big pot she made a while ago. I just stored it in my space and took it out today.'
"It smells amazing, but how are we supposed to eat this?" Zhou Ping rummaged through the upper and lower tiers of the container but couldn't find any chopsticks.
Ancient Wen Heng uncapped his waterskin, gave his hands a quick rinse, and picked up a piece with his bare hands. "This is the only way to eat these things. You guys give it a try."
'Back in his school days, whenever there was a get-together in the dorms, these snacks were always the main event.'
