A big pot was simmering an old hen, and the aroma of the meat wafted through the entire village with the steam.
Chen Zigeng and Hei Dan squatted by the stove, feeding the fire.
Hei Dan kept sniffing, afraid of missing the delicious scent.
Old Mrs. Chen looked at the chicken feathers in her hand, blinking her eyes as if she wanted to cry, but before the tears could come, she started swallowing her saliva repeatedly.
Xie Liangchen rolled up her sleeves, busy at the stove, her face flushed red from the heat.
"It'll be ready after simmering a little while longer."
Xie Liangchen said, glancing outside to see more than a dozen children's eyes looking back at her, full of anticipation.
Old Mrs. Chen sighed, wondering where Miss Chen got her odd ideas from. Every time she managed to persuade her. Today, she had made up her mind not to kill the chicken, but somehow, she got talked into it by Miss Chen.
