The rice in the steamer was just ready when Lin Hong and Little Douzi ran into the kitchen, carrying the braised goose and goose liver. "Mom, the old lady who sells the sweet-skinned duck said you like duck blood, so she gave us a bag for free!"
Lin Hong placed the duck blood, which was wrapped in chard leaves, on the table. "Auntie, look, it's full."
Lin Lan glanced at it. There was probably over a pound of already-cooked duck blood inside. "Soak it in water for now. This afternoon, we can pick some pea shoots and cook them with it."
"Okay!" Lin Hong peeked at the stove's firebox and saw only embers remaining. "Auntie, is the rice ready?"
"It is. Go tell your grandma and Uncle Xiangyang to come back for lunch."
"Okay!" Lin Hong led Little Douzi out, and Wangcai followed them.
