Tong Huaqiong had already thought of what to say.
So she said to Boss Qian, "This roast suckling pig is not something I came up with, it's something my late husband did. We used to raise pigs at home, and when the piglets died of illness, he couldn't bear to throw them away. He'd remove the ribs and shoulder blades, use wine to remove the gamey taste, marinate them with spices, and then roast them with firewood. It was clever of him to think of pouring malt syrup that kids eat over it, making the skin crispy and tender. Piglets two or three months old don't have a gamey taste, and using this method makes them very tasty. You can buy piglets and have your chef try this recipe, then you'll see if I'm telling the truth."
Tong Huaqiong rambled on, pushing anything she couldn't explain onto Old Mr. Gu. After all, Boss Qian couldn't go underground to ask Old Mr. Gu.
