After boiling, take it out and clean the blood foam on the surface of the black-bone chicken. Then put it into another pot and add matsutake, morel, chanterelle and other mushrooms to stew together.
"Cuiwei, this soup needs to be simmered on low heat for an hour. Please watch over it."
Cuiwei patted her chest and said, "Don't worry, young lady. Even if you throw knives at me in the house, I won't move an inch."
Su Qian was amused by her behavior. "No need to be so exaggerated. I'll just prepare the other ingredients on the side."
Su Qian also cooked a few dishes that people of this dynasty had never eaten. These dishes were quite troublesome to prepare, so by the time she finished, the soup was almost ready.
The hot aroma in the kitchen is all around, and various aroma molecules collide and blend with each other, forming a richer and more three-dimensional taste that makes people drool.
Some accomplished cooks also raved about it, saying, "It smells so good."
"Yeah, I didn't expect the goddess could really cook. I thought she was just doing it randomly. It seems I was shallow."
"I just took a look, and there are a few dishes I don't know how the goddess made them. Hey, what do you think, if I go and ask the goddess, will she teach me?"
Su Qian placed the dish on a plate, decorated it slightly to make it look more upscale, and then sprinkled some chopped green onions on it. That was it.
"Finally, it's done." Su Qian clapped her hands. After making such a table full of dishes, she felt a deep sense of accomplishment. If she had a cell phone, she would definitely take a few photos as a souvenir.
"Girl." Cuiwei looked a little depressed.
Su Qian looked at her puzzledly, "What's wrong?"
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