"Eat!" It wasn't just Nian Shutong's call, but the call of everyone seated around the dining table.
Mr. Fan came over, carrying a small basin of clean salted duck eggs.
"Boss, I tried one, and it goes perfectly with porridge."
"Got it, if you say it's good, it must be good."
Nian Shutong took the basin and started distributing to everyone. After a round of handing them out, there were still several left.
Everyone held their duck eggs, all eyes on Nian Shutong, watching how she would proceed.
Nian Shutong lifted a duck egg and said, "One end of the duck egg is hollow. Tap it on the table."
"Crack," the crisp sound of the salted duck egg hitting the table echoed.
"Peel it slowly around the top, and then eat it little by little with chopsticks."
"Ah… it's dripping oil."
Reluctantly, Nian Shutong picked up the duck egg over her porridge bowl to catch the dripping oil, so it wouldn't be wasted on the table.
