After a day of odd jobs in the city, the three brothers from the Guan family returned to the village. The first thing they smelled was the strong aroma of chicken soup.
When they reached their house, they saw a group of people surrounding it.
Hearing the villagers discussing the chicken soup enviously and jealously, Eldest Brother Guan and the rest were stunned. They ignored them and walked past the crowd into the house.
"Chicken soup?"
"Smells good!"
When the three men entered, Eldest Brother Guan looked at Father Guan in surprise. Guan Chixi, who was the youngest among them, could not hold it in any longer. He rushed in and took deep breaths, exclaiming excitedly, "Smells good! Smells good!"
"Mother, we made chicken soup?! Why is there chicken soup at home?!"
Father Guan held his hands and squatted by the wall of the courtyard outside the kitchen. He inhaled the fragrance in the air and answered the questions of the men.
