It was 5:30pm on Friday and most people had left the office. I was packing up when George came up to my desk.
In a hushed tone he asked, ‘Joan, do you like ducks?’
‘Um, yesss.’ Ducks, I guess they’re cute.
‘What about duck heads and duck wings?’
I thought, ‘I like the whole duck, really. Hmm, I’m confused.’
George continued. ‘I have some, you know. Duck necks, heads and wings. Would you like some? I go to this Chinese restaurant for lunch sometimes and the owners, they know me now. They gave me extra duck necks and wings. At first I was very happy but now I have had too much. Would you like them?’
‘Oh. Yes, I think so,’ I said. Cooking duck would be like cooking chicken, right?
‘Good, good. It’s in the freezer, I’ll show you now.’
I follow after George as he says, ‘It’s easy, do you know çº¢çƒ§ (hóng shāo)? You can just put it in a pot, cook it with soy sauce…’