Gu Xiaobei was somewhat surprised; her sister-in-law was not giving any face to her own husband.
Lu Zhanguo walked half a step behind Gu Xiaobei, cautious in case she'd slip on the icy winter roads.
As it was a family gathering, Lu Aiguo specially booked a private room.
Winter was just the season for roast duck, as the old saying goes: fat ducks in autumn and winter, fat chickens in the cage. This is when the duck meat is at its juiciest.
Summer, however, is the worst season for roast duck. Beijing's heat causes the ducks to lose weight, making their skin less crispy and flavorful.
Although the roast duck was delicious, the atmosphere at the table was not. Ever since Lu Aiguo saw Chen Dajun, his face had stiffened, not even looking at him directly.
