Becoming the Villainess: I Reign Over the Cultivators’ Realm With My Wok!

  So Chen Muxue squatted in front of the stove, watching the little **** go out, she quickly got up and stepped forward to stop her: "Hey!"

  Little eunuch: "?"

  Chen Muxue supported her head, stood on the spot and slowed down: "It's violent, dizzy!"

  Little eunuch: "..."

  He continued to walk out speechlessly, Chen Muxue slowed down and stopped him again: "Where are you going?"

   "The servant wants to go back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, so naturally he will serve the emperor." The little **** remained expressionless.

   "That won't work, you tell me to wait, you can't wait together? Just let me wait by myself, so I'm a thief and bored." Chen Muxue muttered like a tongue twister.

  The little **** only felt that his head was big: "You don't have to wait now."

   "Why?"

"At this moment, if someone wants to poison or something, they will have finished it long ago." The little **** pointed at the unattended boiler with his chin. said.

  Chen Muxue was silent for a while: "Isn't it possible to poison the emperor? Besides, they don't know who I did it for..."

  The little **** sneered: "Are you suspecting that I am not well-known enough?"

  Although the little **** didn't have much expression on his face, Chen Muxue could see the arrogance contained in this sentence.

  Feeling is not that people don't like to have too many expressions, but that people don't like to make too many expressions to her.

  Chen Muxue scratched her head and estimated the time: "Actually, I think I still have a way to know that no one poisoned me."

  The little **** is obviously disbelieving. Could it be that you still have eyes behind your back?

Although the chicken soup does not have too much technical content, but what is it used in the imperial dining room? The quality of the chickens is even better than that of rolling pheasant chickens. After all, most of the chickens in this era were raised in the mountains, and they seemed to be freshly killed.

  Even the green onions smelled stronger than the green onions used by Chen Muxue. The juice in the leaves was also very full, and it looked even more emerald green.

   Originally, Chen Muxue was very confident in her technique of boiling water over chicken, and with the cooking during this period...

  Seeing the little eunuch's face full of doubts, Chen Muxue went straight to the casserole and opened the lid.

  Suddenly, a delicious and rich smell of chicken soup wafted away quickly, and the place where the little **** was standing could smell it clearly.

  Chen Muxue only opened it for a moment, and immediately put the lid back on, otherwise the excessive temperature imbalance will affect the deliciousness of the chicken soup.

If you are pursuing the ultimate, you must put water in the casserole not too much and not too little, do not open the lid during the whole cooking process, and stew until the end, the chicken soup is just on the level of the chicken, half a whole chicken is tender yellow The skin just slightly reveals the soup surface, this is the most ideal chicken soup.

  In fact, the quality of soup is inseparable from a good casserole. When it comes to making soup, many people think of Guangdong, but in fact, the origin of casserole is Fujian. The pottery is fine, without raised gravel, the soil is clean, even in thickness, and the sound is crisp and loud when knocked. This is the standard of a good casserole.

  The little **** stood there, a little dazed for a while, it was the first time he smelled such a delicious aroma of chicken soup!