After Xia Dabao got home, she first washed the rice and started a fire, and while preparing to cook, she suddenly saw the preserved duck inside the house.
People in Guang Province all liked preserved flavors, whether it was pork or duck. In autumn, they made preserved meat that could be stored in a jar for a long time.
Remembering how Long Aixi had mentioned, before her return, that he wanted to eat preserved duck, Xia Dabao couldn't help but curl her lips.
She wouldn't make it, making it would seem like she cared too much about him.
But the village usually had simple lunches, and without making it, Xia Dabao didn't know what else to cook. The only meat she had was a piece of pork bought in the morning, and Long Aixi had after all come from afar; not cooking another dish would seem like they didn't know how to treat a guest.
Thinking about when she stayed at his place, he had been meticulous, worried that she might go hungry.
