Xie Liangchen was busy in the kitchen.
She took the stewed chicken out of the big pot, poured the milky white chicken broth into an earthen pot, added rice to continue simmering, then shredded the chicken breast meat, and added it in when the porridge was almost done.
The rest of the chicken was fried in a big pot until fragrant, then stewed with chestnuts. Soon, the aroma of chestnuts and chicken filled the entire kitchen.
Mrs. Gao stood by, watching Xie Liangchen cook, swallowing involuntarily. Anything that came into Liangchen's hands turned out so delicious.
Hmm, even though she hadn't tasted it, it looked and smelled delicious. The food in those restaurants outside surely couldn't match Liangchen's skills.
"Liangchen, how did you come up with this?" Mrs. Gao asked with a smile, "If it were left to me, I'd just boil it—truly a waste."
On another stove, eggs were being boiled with mugwort leaves.
