Gu Shijing had just woken up and was very weak. He needed special care and a healthy diet to recover. The home-cooked meals Cao Cuilan prepared might not be suitable for his current condition. Therefore, Liu Yanran decided to go home and prepare a special nutritious meal for him.
When Liu Yanran returned home, she found that some nourishing ingredients had been prepared at home, which made her feel very warm. She knew that these ingredients were specially prepared by Cao Cuilan, hoping to help her take better care of Gu Shijing.
Liu Yanran carefully selected each ingredient, as if they were precious treasures. She knew that for someone who had just experienced a massive blood loss, nutritional supplements were crucial. Only in this way could he quickly recover his strength and stand up again.
Liu Yanran stood quietly in front of the gas stove in the kitchen, watching the blue flames dance, a sense of satisfaction welling up in her heart. Now the military district has started using gas, and each bottle only costs 0.75 yuan, which is a really good price!
She gently tied her apron on and began to process the old hen with a focused and enthusiastic look. Cao Cuilan had specially exchanged this chicken with a nearby villager. She had originally planned to raise it for a few days and then kill it to make chicken soup for Liu Yanran to nourish her body.
In order to meet the supply needs of the school cafeteria, the leaders specifically approved the Liu family to raise some poultry such as chickens and ducks, and even raised two pigs.
This old hen looks very healthy, with plump feathers, a bright red comb, and is full of energy. Its meat is tender and nutritious, making it an excellent ingredient for stewing.
Liu Yanran carefully cleaned it, then picked up a sharp knife and expertly cut it into even pieces. Then, she placed the chicken pieces in a pot, added an appropriate amount of water, and turned on the gas stove. A blue flame instantly rose, and the water at the bottom of the pot began to slowly heat up, gradually boiling and emitting bursts of hot steam.
Liu Yanran quietly watched the chicken in the pot, her heart filled with anticipation. She gently placed the old hen in the sink, letting the warm water gently caress its body, as if giving it a soothing massage. She meticulously examined every detail, not missing a single trace of impurities.
Then, she carefully cut open the chicken's belly with a knife, removing the internal organs and impurities. Her movements were light and precise, as if she were completing a carefully choreographed dance. Each cut was imbued with her love and dedication to food, and her passion for cooking was palpable.
Then, she picked up a sharp kitchen knife and expertly cut the chicken into bite-sized pieces. Each cut was imbued with her love and dedication to food, as if she were carving a beautiful work of art. She placed the cut chicken pieces in a pot, added just enough water, and let them simmer.
Meanwhile, she carefully picked up the red dates and washed them thoroughly, fearing any impurities. Then, with a pair of delicate scissors, she gently removed the cores to avoid spoiling the taste. The dates, vibrant in color, like rubies, exuded a faint sweet fragrance, making one eager to see what unique flavor they would add to the soup.
Once everything was ready, Liu Yanran gently placed the lid on the pot, lowered the heat to low, and began to simmer. She knew that only with time could the chicken soup fully release its rich aroma and nutritional value.
Liu Yanran gently placed the chopped chicken into the pot and slowly poured in a suitable amount of water. As the flames grew, the water gradually began to boil, and white steam filled the air, casting a mysterious veil over the kitchen. She waited quietly, and when a layer of foam appeared on the surface, she quickly picked up a spoon and delicately skimmed it off, leaving the soup clear and transparent.
Next, she put the red dates into the pot, added an appropriate amount of salt and cooking wine, and gently stirred it evenly. Then, she turned the heat to low, covered the pot, and began to simmer.
During the stewing process, Liu Yanran stirred the soup in the pot from time to time to ensure that the chicken and red dates were cooked evenly.
She carefully observed the color and concentration of the soup, and added some water or seasonings as needed to make the soup taste more delicious.
In addition, she also cleverly added some precious medicinal herbs, making this soup not only delicious but also nourishing and health-promoting.
Finally, when everything was ready, Liu Yanran took a sip of the chicken soup she had cooked herself and nodded with satisfaction.
While the chicken soup was simmering, Liu Yanran also made a spinach and pork liver porridge. She first washed the spinach and cut it into small pieces for later use. Next, she sliced the pork liver into thin slices, rinsed it with clean water to remove any blood, and then added an appropriate amount of salt, cooking wine, and starch, mixing well and marinating it for a while.
Next, Liu Yanran began to cook the porridge. She washed the rice, put it in a pot, added an appropriate amount of water, brought it to a boil over high heat, then reduced the heat to simmer. As the porridge cooked, she stirred it from time to time to prevent it from sticking to the pot.
After about half an hour of cooking, the rice porridge thickened. Liu Yanran added the marinated pork liver slices to the pot and gently stirred with chopsticks to evenly distribute the liver slices throughout the porridge. Then, she added the spinach segments and continued to stir.
Finally, Liu Yanran added an appropriate amount of salt and chicken bouillon to season the porridge, and simmered it for a while longer, allowing the spinach and pork liver to fully absorb the aroma of the porridge. A delicious spinach and pork liver porridge was ready.
Liu Yanran put the prepared old hen soup and spinach and pork liver porridge into an enamel cup, put it in a net bag and took it to the hospital.
Gu Shijing sat on the hospital bed, looking at the old hen soup and spinach and pork liver porridge in front of him, a satisfied smile appeared on his face. He picked up the spoon and gently stirred the chicken soup, feeling the rich aroma coming from his nose.
"This soup tastes really good," Gu Shijing praised. "The chicken is stewed until it is tender and melts in your mouth. The soup is also delicious." He took a sip of the soup, closed his eyes, and savored it carefully.
Then, he took another sip of the spinach and pork liver porridge. "This porridge is also delicious," he said. "The combination of spinach and pork liver is very clever. It has a rich taste and is also very nutritious." He looked at Liu Yanran with gratitude in his eyes.
"Thank you, Yanran," Gu Shijing said, "the food you prepared is delicious and makes me feel the warmth of home." His voice was gentle and sincere, filling Liu Yanran's heart with joy.
Liu Yanran looked at Gu Shijing with a smile, her heart filled with happiness. She knew that her efforts were not in vain, and being able to receive Gu Shijing's praise was her greatest satisfaction.
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