After the chicken soup was simmered, the housekeeper did not send it directly to the young master, but went to see Mrs. Chi first.
Mrs. Chi was drinking tea. When she heard this, her hand holding the teacup paused slightly.
She slowly put down the teacup: "Has Dr. Zeng seen it?"
The housekeeper knew what Mrs. Chi was going to ask and quickly replied: "I've seen it. The prescription is very special. It nourishes Qi and transforms it, but I don't know if it's useful."
Dr. Zeng is a retired traditional Chinese medicine doctor who used to work at the Provincial Hospital.
After retiring, he was hired by the Chi family to help Chi Pingan take care of his health every day.
Mrs. Chi hesitated, stroking the side of the cup with her thumb and index finger, unable to make up her mind.
Personally speaking, she doesn't like Lu Xixin because she is too young.
But seeing her personally cooking and preparing herbal meals, Mrs. Chi felt moved again.
After hesitating for a moment, my loving mother's heart finally prevailed.
It's just two bowls of chicken soup, just throw it away. Nothing is as important as a healthy body.
The prescription seems fine, but who knows if there will be any adverse reactions after drinking it.
"Pour it down." Mrs. Chi picked up the teacup and drank slowly.
The butler returned to the kitchen and asked the chef to pour out the chicken soup.
"Falled?" The chef suddenly lost control of his voice and his voice was sharp.
The housekeeper glanced at him unhappily: "Why are you so loud?"
The chef looked at the chicken soup in the casserole with a confused look on his face: "How could such a good thing be poured out? Master Ping An won't drink it, but I will drink it."
As he said this, Da La La took out a bowl and put it into his mouth.
The housekeeper was frightened by him and stopped him quickly. His eyes widened: "Are you crazy? This is medicine!"
"It shouldn't be serious. Didn't Dr. Zeng read the prescription and said it nourishes Qi?" The chef was reluctant to part with it. It would be a pity to throw away such a good thing. Moreover, he had been smelling the fragrance for an hour. If he couldn't take a taste,
Even if you die, you can’t rest in peace,
When the butler hesitated, the chef put it in his mouth and took a big sip.
As soon as I took the entrance, my eyes lit up: Oh my god, this is so delicious!
He didn't even think about talking, and swallowed the soup in two gulps.
In such a blink of an eye, a bowl of soup was drunk. The butler jumped in a hurry: "You are really crazy. Why are you so anxious? You can drink medicine without fear of being robbed."
"It's so delicious!" The chef finally had time to speak, "I've never tasted such delicious chicken soup, it's amazing!"
The housekeeper was startled.
The chef is a great chef, and his skills are so good that even he is full of praise...
His eyes moved down and landed on the casserole.
Could it be that this chicken soup is really so delicious?
The final result was that the butler and the chef divided the remaining chicken soup equally, each of them had more than half a bowl, and drank it with saliva.
After drinking, they looked at the empty bowls and couldn't help but feel disappointed: "It's too little."
There were just over two bowls in total.
In desperation, both of their eyes fell on the remaining chicken in the casserole.
The chef acted quickly, breaking off a chicken leg and biting it in his mouth.
"Bah, bah, bah." He quickly spit it out again.
The housekeeper looked over: "What's wrong?"
The chef smacked the taste: "It's like chewed sugar cane, tasteless."
The housekeeper took a sip out of curiosity and found that it was really tasteless: "It should be that the nutrients and flavor have all been boiled into the soup."
Put down the bowl, ask the chef to throw away the remaining chicken and herbs, and the butler will leave.
Before leaving, I accidentally glanced over from the corner of my eye and realized that the chef didn't throw away the remaining chicken. Not only did he not throw it away, he also held all the seasonings in his hands and studied them one by one.
"What are you doing?"
The chef took a sip and spat out the condiment: "I want to study how Dr. Lu stews the chicken so deliciously."