The kitchen was filled with a rich aroma, and several chefs were working busily.
They skillfully chopped, washed, and stir-fried vegetables, their movements practiced and swift.
On the stove, flames roared, and broth simmered in a stew pot, emitting an enticing aroma.
Wang Chenggang picked up the remaining few long ginseng roots, which were white and smooth. He carefully washed them and then put them into a small stewing pot.
Next, he added an appropriate amount of water and other seasonings, such as ginger slices, scallion segments, and cooking wine. Finally, he placed the small jar into a double boiler and simmered it over low heat.
Wang Chenggang stayed by the side while the stew was being cooked.
The heat and time are constantly adjusted to ensure that the ginseng roots retain their maximum nutritional value.
After simmering for a while, the ginseng and scallion soup was finally ready.
Wang Chenggang carefully took the stewing pot out of the pot and poured it into a small white porcelain bowl.
Ginseng and chicken soup.
The broth was clear and bright, the ginseng roots were tender and delicious, and it exuded a rich aroma.
Then he took a large soup bowl and ladled out the bubbling Ganoderma lucidum and chicken soup from the side.
The dishes were served one after another.
Wang Chenggang carefully placed the small porcelain cup in front of Yin Huaizhu.
"Fifth Master, please try this. This is a tonic soup made from ginseng rootlets cut from that ginseng plant, along with some other tonics."
As he spoke, Wang Chenggang reached out and opened the porcelain lid on the small porcelain cup.
Upon opening, a refreshing and sweet aroma, unlike the usual greasy and heavy chicken soup, wafted out.
Hang Suisui, who was picking up food with her chopsticks, suddenly stopped in mid-air.
She quickly turned her head to take a look.
The soup was clear and bright, with tender white ginseng whiskers swirling inside the porcelain bowl, and a faint spiritual aura lingering in the soup.
It looks very nourishing!
Good heavens!
That's quite efficient!
In such a short time, the ginseng root she had peeled was already stewed!
Hang Suisui only felt a dull pain in her scalp.
My left hand awkwardly tugged at my smooth, black hair.
She quickly withdrew her hand, which was holding the vegetables in mid-air, put the vegetables into the bowl, and then shoveled rice into her mouth.
He dared not glance at Yin Huaizhu beside him.
It's so strange to see someone eating themselves!
Hang Suisui, who didn't look up, didn't know that Yin Huaizhu was also afraid to look at the other person.
Yin Huaizhu lowered her eyes and stared at the ginseng soup in front of her, her pupils as black as ink, her brows slightly furrowed.
He pursed his lips and said calmly, "Take it away."
Wang Chenggang, observing Yin Huaizhu's expression, assumed that Yin Huaizhu was dissatisfied with something.
He quickly said, "Fifth Master, this is a stew I specially made for you. I used the best ingredients and herbs. It's absolutely nourishing! Please try it."
Yin Huaizhu glanced at Wang Chenggang, who was trying to persuade her, her eyes darkening, and then looked at the bowl of ginseng soup.
His tone grew even colder: "Take it away."
That one look sent a chill down Wang Chenggang's spine, and he dared not offer any more advice.
He quickly put the porcelain lid back on: "Yes, Fifth Master!"
Hang Suisui looked up at the sound and looked at Yin Huaizhu, who had been fine just now but was now inexplicably radiating a cold aura.
Then Wang Chenggang put the porcelain lid on, picked up the ginseng soup, and turned to leave.
She quickly swallowed the food in her mouth and called out to him, "Hey, you there, wait a minute!"
Wang Chenggang stopped, carrying a porcelain bowl.
Hang Suisui then turned around, frowned slightly, and asked in a somewhat angry tone.
Why aren't you drinking?
Upon hearing this, Yin Huaizhu looked at Hang Suisui, who was holding a bowl with one hand and chopsticks in the other, her face pale, with a puzzled expression.
Is she angry?
Yin Huaizhu glanced at the porcelain bowl in Wang Chenggang's hand, pursed her lips, and remained silent.
Seeing Yin Huaizhu's cold face and silent demeanor, Hang Suisui felt a strange sense of familiarity for some reason.
The feeling flashed through her mind so quickly that Hang Suisui couldn't grasp it.
Hang Suisui turned to Wang Chenggang and said, "Hey you, put the soup back."
Wang Chenggang, standing to the side, was already stunned and dumbfounded.
He cautiously looked at Yin Huaizhu, who remained silent, and seeing that Yin Huaizhu still had a cold expression, he looked at Hang Suisui with difficulty.
This girl just doesn't know how to read the room.
Who dares to contradict Fifth Master?
She's not even polite to the old man, so how could she possibly listen to a little girl like her?
They really are like newborn calves that are not afraid of tigers.
Wang Chenggang shook his head inwardly.
Hearing Hang Suisui's displeased tone, Yin Huaizhu glanced sideways at Wang Chenggang, who stood unmoved to the side.
Does this person not understand?
Wang Cheng was only halfway through shaking his head when he caught a glimpse of Yin Huaizhu's gaze.
His expression was indifferent, but his eyes were even colder than before.
Wang Chenggang, holding the porcelain bowl, felt awkward and uncomfortable.
Heavenly Bodhisattva!
Does Fifth Master mean he should release them or not?
Should he release it or not?
Why make things difficult for him, a mere pimp, when he's just drinking some nourishing soup!
Seeing him hesitate as he held the porcelain bowl, Hang Suisui gestured with her chin at him.
He gestured for Wang Chenggang to put it down quickly.
Yin Huaizhu still didn't show any reaction.
Wang Chenggang, with a bitter face, lowered his head, not daring to look at Yin Huaizhu, and tentatively placed the porcelain cup back on Yin Huaizhu's table.
Release him, release him, my ancestor!
After placing the porcelain cup, Wang Chenggang quickly stepped aside, staring down at the shoes.
Yin Huaizhu looked at the nourishing soup that had been brought back to her, covered her lips, and coughed softly a few times.
"Cough, cough, cough."
He suppressed a cough, remaining silent with his lips pursed.
Hang Suisui frowned when she heard the cough.
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