Alice’s meal, chosen by Hector, arrived with a resounding fanfare and enthusiastic applause from other diners.
She stared at the clay ball nestling on a bed of lotus leaves, and looked up nervously as a silver hammer was presented with a flourish.
More applause, louder this time.
Alice hated being the centre of attention. Moreover she was tired of Hector and his overbearing ways. She’d tell him so tonight.
She smashed the clay surface with one blow, revealing a diamond ring mounted on a steaming chicken.
The room went positively ballistic.
This, Alice thought, might be more difficult than she’d imagined.
I once had Beggar’s Chicken in a restaurant in Hong Kong. The ritual was every bit as embarrassing as this, though regrettably there was nothing more interesting than delicious chicken inside the clay covering. We also had ‘thousand year egg‘ at the same meal. 😦
Friday Fictioneers is on the menu for the next few days, with Rochelle in the role of majordomo, performing it with her customary tact and diplomacy.