The roast goose which just came out of the oven was a beautiful golden brown with a tinge of red. The rich fragrance diffused out everywhere.
Mag nodded with satisfaction as he held the roast goose in one hand. Its color was perfect, and the smell was authentic. It was a top-grade roast goose.
"This color is to die for," Irina commented.
"It looks better than the roast goose sold in the roast goose restaurant a street away." Amy nodded as she locked her gaze on the roast goose in Mag's hand.
Mag laughed as he pulled out the hook in the roast goose, and poured the braised sauce in the roast goose's stomach into a little bowl. That was the essence of the roast goose. The rich fragrance of the spices came from there, and it still had an important purpose.