Si Jiuyue added scallions, ginger, and garlic to the iron pot, along with twenty large jujubes. The savory aroma of the chicken soup wafted at least three miles away.
As the oily, rich chicken soup churned in the pot, the children licked their lips in anticipation, their eyes locked on the iron pot without blinking. But they hadn’t brought their bowls.
Si Yunche and Goudan volunteered to go retrieve them. Si Jiuyue nodded, letting them run back to the courtyard. As for chopsticks, that was simple: they just shaved a few tree branches, which worked perfectly.
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