The Jiang family was completely unaware of the little incident outside the courtyard gate; everyone's mind was already controlled by the rich aroma of chicken soup.

If the kitchen weren't so small that so many people couldn't squeeze in, the entire Jiang family would probably want to squeeze into the kitchen.

"Mom, is it ready yet?" Jiang He asked, peeking into the kitchen from the doorway.

His mouth was practically watering!

"Mom, are we about to eat?" Even the usually composed Jiang Jiang couldn't help but ask.

"Auntie, please hurry up, we're so hungry we're practically gnawing on the doorframe." Jiang Xun stared longingly into the kitchen, unable to resist swallowing hard.

Although Jiang Hu and his brother Jiang Hu remained silent, maintaining their last shred of composure, the longing in their eyes was no less than that of Jiang Xun and the others.

"Oh dear, almost there! You all go and wait in the main room!" Madam Hu waved the spatula in her hand, shooing Jiang Xun and the others away.

The boys lingered for quite a while, looking back every few steps, before finally returning to the main room.

Soon, Uncle Jiang carried a large basin of chicken soup into the main room. He then placed the basin in the center of the table.

"Wow! It smells so good!" The boys' eyes lit up, and they swallowed hard, unable to contain their excitement.

"Hey, hey, hey! You all better be careful, don't knock this lousy table over!" Old Mrs. Jiang said anxiously, trying to steady the wobbly table with both hands while scolding the boys.

She never complained about the dilapidated state of this dining table, except now!

I'm really worried that if the table tilts, the whole pot of chicken soup will spill onto the floor.

Uncle Jiang, Uncle Jiang, and Jiang Jialin also reached out to hold the table, worried that the young men might push it over.

Everyone in the room couldn't help but stare at the large bowl of chicken soup on the table. At that moment, the chicken soup was steaming, and wisps of white steam wafted into everyone's nostrils.

A layer of pale amber-yellow oil floated on top of the chicken soup, with bamboo fungus and termite mushrooms also floating on top. Just looking at it made one's mouth water.

Soon, Madam Hu and Madam Zhu carried a basin of flatbread into the main room. Behind them followed Madam Lu, who was carrying fourteen ceramic bowls and chopsticks.

"Dinner's ready!" Grandma Jiang's wrinkled face beamed like a chrysanthemum.

"Wow!" the boys cheered.

Grandma Jiang held a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other, ladling chicken soup for everyone.

First it was Old Man Jiang and her own.

Just after scooping the soup for herself and Grandpa Jiang, Jiang Wanwan reached out and took the spoon from Grandma Jiang's hand. She said with a smile, "Grandma, you've been working hard all day. Drink the chicken soup first, and leave the scooping to your granddaughter."

Looking at her sincere gaze, it seemed she was truly thinking of Grandma Jiang's best interests.

"Hehehe, Wanwan is so kind to this old woman. Here, I'll ladle some chicken soup for you. You can drink your milk first." Without a second thought, Grandma Jiang handed over the task of serving the chicken soup to Jiang Wanwan.

Jiang Wanwan first ladled food for the eldest son's family, filling all four bowls to the brim with chicken and mushrooms. This was in stark contrast to the food that Old Madam Jiang usually served to the eldest son's family.

Grandma Jiang stared wide-eyed at the bowls belonging to the eldest son's family.

Jiang Wanwan had already noticed Grandma Jiang's reaction, but since the old lady remained silent, she pretended not to see it.

Then she served chicken soup to the second wife's family.

The chicken served to the four members of the second wife's family was only half the amount served to each person in the first wife's bowl.

Jiang Liu pouted so much her lips could hold an oil bottle. "Grandma, look! Why is there half as much chicken in my bowl as in Dad, Mom, and my brother's bowl compared to Uncle's family's?"