Su Xiaoyu nodded happily and followed Lin Miao to the kitchen. Mu Wushuang knew nothing about cooking skills. After a moment of stunned life, he quietly came to Long Yubing's room. Long Yubing slept on the bed, with a quiet face at this time. Mu Wushuang looked at Long Yubing's eyelashes and nose bridges and felt his breathing becoming more and more rapid. Long Yubing's perfect figure was still visible even under the thick quilt. Mu Wushuang stared at Long Yubing for a while, then slapped himself heavily, then walked out of Long Yubing's room with a red face and gently closed the door.

As soon as Mu Wushuang closed the door, Long Yubing slowly opened his eyes, squinted his eyes and looked at the door for a while, then smiled gently and lie down, and slowly closed his eyes. Mu Wushuang turned around in the living room for a few times before slowly calming down, and then slowly walked towards the kitchen. Mu Wushuang came to the kitchen and saw Su Xiaoyu standing beside Lin Miao with admiration. Lin Miao was holding the ponytail in his mouth, and was constantly cleaning up something in his hands.

Mu Wushuang came to Lin Miao curiously and found that Lin Miao was fiddling with a white chicken. Mu Wushuang stood beside Lin Miao, looked down at Lin Miao and reached into the abdomen of the white chicken. When he broke his hands, the whole chicken was naturally divided into two sections. Lin Miao loosened his braid and said without raising his head: "There is a gap along the chicken's ribs and vertebrae. Just break it gently, it will be divided into two sections, so that the chicken will be much easier when it tastes good." Then Lin Miao broke the chicken legs, chicken wings and chicken neck again neatly.

Lin Miao glanced at Su Xiaoyu and smiled: "Sister Xiaoyu, where do you like to eat chicken?" Su Xiaoyu glanced at Mu Wushuang who was standing beside him, and said with a flash of big eyes: "I like chicken breasts and chicken wings, um... Sister Long likes large pieces of chicken and chicken feet, and my brother likes to eat skin and chicken heads." Lin Miao glanced at Mu Wushuang and whispered: "Mu Tou, what you like is the same as me, how can you divide it later!"

Then Lin Miao opened the iron pot lid on the left hand, and a pot of hot soup slowly wafted out the unique fragrance of spices, and soon it filled the entire kitchen. Mu Wushuang couldn't help but sniff and exclaimed: "It smells so good... who two of you can make soup?" Su Xiaoyu said with some loss: "Of course it's Brother Lin Zi. I didn't expect that he was so skillful!" Lin Miao put the chicken pieces into the soup pot, cut a few pieces of green onion, chopped a few slices of ginger, and threw them into the soup pot with a few garlic cloves and put the lid on it.

Lin Miao looked at the firewood in the stove and said, "The heat is not enough." As Lin Miao pulled out two burnt pieces of firewood and stuffed them into two new ones. Mu Wushuang asked curiously, "Mouse, take out the two most burnt pieces of firewood, and boil the soup in the pot?" Lin Miao chuckled and explained, "You don't understand this. These two firewood will be burned into charcoal in a while. Putting them in the stove will not only block the wind, but also cause a lot of trouble to clean it. It's better to remove them first and make them charcoal, which is still necessary to cook next time."

While speaking, the two pieces of firewood that Lin Miao had just stuffed into the stove had already burned and burst out with crackling sounds. Lin Miao looked at the flame and nodded: "After two more incense sticks, you can pour the soy sauce into the pot - the soy sauce needs to be poured three cents and five millimeters. If you put too much, the chicken soup will be cooked black and astringent, making it difficult to swallow; if you put too little, the chicken soup will become light and colorless and cannot raise your appetite."

As he said that, Lin Miao grabbed the sesame oil from the corner of the chopping board, looked at it and said with a smile: "Our Master of the Gods is also good at eating it! He even has a small grind sesame oil! This is a good thing." Lin Miao put the sesame oil bottle in the corner and forked his hips: "When the chicken is ready, five drops of sesame oil are added to the pot to enhance the freshness." After Lin Miao put down the sesame oil, he pinched a small pinch of salt and twisted it and said: "This is lake salt, which tastes lighter than sea salt. I'll put it in a while. It saves you more or less, which will affect the taste of my chicken soup."

At this time, the firewood in the stove was already burning red. Lin Miao pulled out two of the most burnt firewood and hung it aside. He stuffed three of them into the chopping wood. Then he opened the lid of the pot and poured a little aged vinegar. A tender chicken smell suddenly jumped into the noses of Mu Wushuang and Su Xiaoyu. Lin Miao wiped the sweat beads on the tip of his nose with the back of his hand and continued: "Sister Xiaoyu, although you think the smell of vinegar is sour and you don't like it, I have to tell you that this vinegar is mainly used to remove the fishy smell. When making fish, you either add vinegar or sugar. If you really don't have it, you can also add some white wine. If you don't put these things, the fish made will have a fishy smell, which is very bad and most people can't eat it."

After saying that, Lin Miao put the vinegar on the lid and looked up, and saw Mu Wushuang and Su Xiaoyu both looked greedy and stared at him in a daze. Lin Miao asked unnaturally: "What's wrong with you two? Are you suffering from evil spirits?" Su Xiaoyu then came to his senses and said in surprise: "Brother Lin Zi...you...you...you learned from? It's so amazing..." Mu Wushuang smelled the fragrance of chicken in the room and swallowed a big saliva and said, "Mouse, I really can't tell that you have such experience in cooking..."

Lin Miao turned white and mu Wushuang curled her lips: "Mu Tou, if you get hungry for a few more times, you will make it." At this time, the rumbling sound in the iron pot became louder and louder. Lin Miao slowly let out a sigh of relief, and then said with some regret: "It's a pity that there is no fish here. If you don't cook fish soup for the uncle, she will definitely be happy." Su Xiaoyu comforted Lin Miao and said, "Chicken soup is not bad, but they only have a white chicken here, which is not enough for my brother to eat for one meal..."

Mu Wushuang looked at Lin Miao awkwardly, and Lin Miao also glanced at Mu Wushuang and said, "Miss Yu, it's our turn to eat when you and the uncle are full. It doesn't matter if Mutu is not full, I have to make something else." As Lin Miao walked to the basin, rolled up his sleeves and started to mix the dough. Mu Wushuang said embarrassedly, "Mouse, you can also steam buns... I can't do anything except make porridge..."
Chapter completed!