When they arrived home, it was a little past half past ten. Lu Qingqing's parents and Lu Yang and his wife were busy in the kitchen while Lu Qingqing, with her big belly, roamed around.
"Dad, I want earth pot chicken! Craving spicy duck heads! And braised pork!" she ordered with full entitlement, slurping saliva, "I can smell the candied garlic, did you all have it with rice this morning? I want some too, could you get me a plate?"
Lu's dad cheerfully said: "We have all of that, no rush! I also made you an iron pot stewed old goose, but we didn't have tender sweet potato leaves, so I had to make cornmeal cakes. Aren't you afraid the sugar garlic will smell? Your brother never eats it before going to work."
"It's okay, just need to brush my teeth more often." Lu Qingqing knew eating garlic wasn't elegant, and it could make breath stink, but she craved its sour and sweet taste.
