Ji Wanrong said this before, and she did it.

Zi Su naturally knew that the master was serious when he said these words, not in passing.

"Gege, the slave will also go to the soup for you." Zi Su said excitedly, and handed the teacup to Ji Wanrong with a resolute look.

Ji Wanrong smiled, and responded, the slave shows loyalty, and he must be sure.

After a while, Chunjiao and Cardamom came in together, and Chunjiao said, "Gege, it's all ready, and the chicken soup I bought is also simmering on the small stove." ”

The small stove in the small kitchen in the east courtyard is on fire all day long, and it is also convenient to cook some tea or something for Ji Wanrong on weekdays.

"Let's go, let's take a look." Ji Wanrong had just finished breakfast, but when she thought of the delicious chicken soup stewed bamboo sun, she seemed to be hungry again.

The three maids also listened to Ji Wanrong's chatter, although they were curious about the taste of this kind of thing, they were not as greedy as Ji Wanrong.

As a slave, it's already good to be able to eat all day long, where can you expect anything good or bad.

The four of them went to the small kitchen, and the rich aroma of chicken soup was already filling the tip of the nose, Ji Wanrong stepped forward to take a look, the gurgling in the pot, the wolfberry black chicken soup, was very replenishing.

"Cardamom, is this soup you wanting, or is it given to you by Xiao Anzi?" Ji Wanrong looked at the chicken soup and couldn't help asking.

When Cardamom heard this, she was stunned, and recalled the scene in the kitchen, and then said, "If you return to Gege, it was given to me by Steward An, and the slave maid said that she wanted a chicken soup." ”

"Okay." Ji Wanrong nodded with satisfaction, Xiao Anzi is also good, this soup is more nourishing for women, and she will choose it.

She asked Chunjiao to put the washed bamboo sunflower into the chicken soup and boil it, the golden chicken fat penetrated into the bamboo sun, and was boiled out again, the bamboo sunflower that was full of soup floated in the chicken soup, the color was snow-white, gathered and gathered into round strips, and it made people very appetizing to look at it white and fat.

"Do you smell it?" Ji Wanrong squatted on the edge of the fire and asked.

"Smelled." Cardamom nodded desperately in response, but the other two remained silent.

Looking at Cardamom's serious expression, Ji Wanrong flicked a finger on her head, and then said funny, "You girl, this thing has no smell at all, what do you smell?" ”

"Slave, slave smells of chicken soup." Cardamom was clever, rubbed his head and said aggrievedly, "The master didn't say what it tasted like." ”

Eh, this little girl is really weird and clever, and she actually knows how to find reasons for herself, yes, not a stupid person.

Ji Wanrong laughed out loud, and saw that the bamboo sun had already been cooked, so she asked Chunjiao to help her bring out a bowl to taste.

Hot and delicious chicken soup, full of juice bamboo sun, Ji Wanrong just stood in the kitchen, drank a sip of chicken soup, tasted a bite of crispy bamboo sun, and immediately had a strong sense of satisfaction.

It was this taste, exactly the same as in her previous life, and the familiar smell of food moved her to tears.

The similarity in taste buds reminded her of her life in modern times for a moment, but looking at the three loyal girls in front of her, she felt that she was not alone.

"Taste it too." Ji Wanrong sniffed, endured the sourness in her heart, and said, "The taste is really good, don't be polite." ”

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