After leaving Wutong No. 2, Han Qiwu headed to Jilei Mountain, milked Little Red, the small water buffalo, and the black-and-white dairy cow, and harvested three servings of fresh milk.
What a treat.
Speaking of which, why haven't the other little ducks in the duck shed started laying eggs yet?
None of them are putting in the effort, huh!
Although the Dragon Boat Festival is over a month away, it'd still be better to get the salted duck yolks ready early for making zongzi.
The Han Family has quite the varied palate; both sweet and savory zongzi are a must.
Walking into Hongyan Tower, Han Qiwu called the little ducks over one by one, patting them gently. "Those who can lay eggs, start early. Those who can grow feathers, hurry it up. You've spent so much time learning from the meat chickens; how about picking up their survival instincts too!"
"Quack, quack, quack!"
The little ducks were surprisingly cooperative, nodding in agreement again and again.
