The last time I was happy to see foam on a duck was when I was a little baby playing with my rubber duckie in the shower. That foam reminded me of the childhood days when everything was carefree and not everything was about work and work and work. After tasting the duck I suddenly been drawn back into reality and realised that work = money = live like a king. I then proceed to order another one of this duck dish because I sure felt like a king when I was eating the dish. My English was C5