Page 187 of Sweet Dominion

Chef Foo—unfazed by the brief interruption—moved on to the final dish. “And finally, we have duck, a staple of Beijing barbecue.”

Some of the Four Aces cheered.

“Thank you so much. I do want to say that this particular duck has been slow-roasted and marinated, absorbing all the flavors of the sauce.” Chef Foo raised one hand in the air, dotting each word. “The meat is tender and of course the skin crispy.”

Barbara Whiskers had already polished off her plate, clearly unfazed by the culinary history Chef Foo had been sharing.

Currently, she was licking her paws.

I picked up a piece and tasted it.

The richness of the duck was unlike anything I’d had before. The marinade was bold, deeply savory, with a touch of sweetness that made each bite feel luxurious.

I chewed slowly, letting the flavors linger on my tongue and savoring every second.

Dima’s voice rose. “Amazing. Absolutely amazing.”

Chen was practically moaning at this point, devouring his plate with reckless abandon. “This is unreal, cousin! Absolutely unreal!”

Jo nudged Moni. “When you’re high everything tastes like the last supper. You know. Like Jesus cooked it.”

“Like what? Jo, you need to drink some water.” Moni smirked.

“Sexy?” I picked up a piece of duck this time and leaned over to feed her.

She raised an eyebrow. “Mountain Master, you’re going to get us ejected from the judge’s table.”

“I would like to see them try.”

“Fuck it.” Moni took the meat from my fingers and as she did, her tongue lightly grazed my skin again.

That small touch was enough to send a rush of heat through me.

My cock went hard right there.

Thank God the tablecloth would be covering my erection from the audience.

Before I knew it, I was leaning in for another kiss, the taste of duck lingering on both our lips.

Moni chuckled against my mouth. “You’re insatiable.”

“Only with you,” I muttered, pulling back but keeping my gaze locked on hers.

Chef Foo spoke, “Chinese barbecue is more than just a meal—it’s a communal experience. Whether you’re sharing skewers with friends or enjoying a plate of roasted pork, it’s about bringing people together, just like we are today, so thank you for letting me join in this celebration.”

Chef Foo gave a dramatic bow and waved goodbye.

The crowd cheered, clearly impressed by his words and food.

With another last wave, Chef Foo left the stage.

Not a bad start. What will we get next?

Chapter thirty-four

Moves like Michael

Lei

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