Hua Xiaomai covered her mouth to suppress a laugh, but seeing Yuhuai staring intently at her, she quickly composed herself and stood properly to the side, daring not to speak again.
Wang Tonghe finally calmed down and turned to pick up the cleaned quail. He first rubbed it inside and out with Shao Wine, salt, and ginger slices. He then stuffed a lump of yellow paste into the belly of each quail and placed them in a clay pot, cooking them with a rich stock until it came to a boil. He then pulled two logs from the bottom of the stove and continued to simmer the quail over low heat.
After completing all this, Wang Tonghe slapped his sleeves with a carefree attitude, turned, and looked sideways at Hua Xiaomai, "What do you think? Still believe I'm fooling you? Let me tell you, this method of eating is so precious—restaurants all over wouldn't bother with it so casually!"
