Shen Mohen and Shen Qiuui were tired and hungry after strolling around the town and village. They could smell the food as they walked along the small road toward the Su family's house.
This time, every household in the village lit fireworks and prepared lunch. When the father and son passed the villagers' houses, they could smell their cooking, whetting their appetites.
However, they realized the fragrance from the Su family's house was better than the rest. Shen Qiuhui and Shen Mohen quickened their pace toward the house.
Shen Qiuhui exclaimed, "It smells so good! What did you make, Binglan?"
Su Binglan smiled, saying, "You came just in time, Uncle Qiuhui. We're having escargot noodles for lunch today. However, I must warn you, it smells a little bizarre."
Shen Qiujui waved. "Don't worry. I know your cooking will be delicious, Binglan."
