Stuffing it into the mouth, the very chewy skin mixed with the crispy, fragrant oil, the actual taste of the innermost duck meat somehow got ignored. The greasy taste was neutralized by the green onions, and upon entering the stomach, one could only feel a refreshing fragrance.
"Xiao Xian, don't rush to wrap it, your hands are all dirty. Let your uncle wrap it, his roast duck roll is much better than ours," Xiao Xian has already gotten used to the way Zhuo Feng and Feng Xing interact. Most of the time, it was the aunt teasing the uncle, and the uncle didn't retort, just smiled foolishly and obediently followed her commands.
However, seeing the two of them teasing and laughing, Xiao Xian's heart felt warm.
She was only a dozen or so years younger than Zhuo Feng, but this young couple tried their best in every aspect to give her the best they could, even Xiao Xian's parents could only do so much.
