Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space

Chapter 129: Chapter 129: Delicious Chicken Soup

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Qin Xue saw Chu Molin  place the washed chicken in the pot to cook it.

She ordered, “Chu Molin, wash the rice and steam it later.’

Being able to boss around the Cold King, Qin Xue felt a great sense of accomplishment.

Chu Molin washed the rice and steamed it on another small stove, then walked over to Qin Xue and asked, “Xue’er, what else do you want me to do?”

Qin Xue looked and handed him the prepared ingredients, asking him to chop them finely, the finer the better.

After the chicken soup in the pot began to boil, she continued cooking it for about ten more minutes. Qin Xue tried to use chopsticks to lift the chicken to let it cook more evenly, but accidentally scalded her hand in the process.

The pain made her shiver and cry out, her fair skin instantly turning red. Hearing his wife’s cry, Chu Molin dropped the knife and rushed to her side, examining her hand which was turning red, and then quickly led her to a faucet. He knew he needed to use cold water to soothe the burn immediately, or blisters would form.

“How could you be so careless? Look how red it is, does it hurt a lot?” His reproachful words carried a tender tone that made Qin Xue’s eyes redden.

She didn’t think it was a big deal, as anyone who cooked in the kitchen had been burned a few times.

In the past, she had been burned to the point of forming blisters and didn’t cry over it,

But today, his concern and care were enough to bring tears to her eyes.

Qin Xue felt she was becoming increasingly delicate, feeling weak when someone loved and cherished her.

“It’s okay, it’s just a little burn, it’ll be fine soon.” Qin Xue tried to pull her hand back, but couldn’t resist the man’s strength.

“Don’t move it, continue rinsing it. It won’t hurt as much, and it won’t blister either,” Chu Molin scolded.

“Chu Molin, it doesn’t hurt anymore. I can rinse it myself. You go and lift the chicken, it should be cooked by now. The white cut chicken can’t be cooked for too long, or it won’t taste good and won’t be sweet.” The best time to eat white cut chicken is when it’s slightly bloody.

However, since Qin Xue didn’t like the taste of undercooked chicken, she waited a bit longer before instructing Chu Molin to remove it from the pot.

“Chu Molin, lift the chicken by the head with chopsticks, let it cool for a while, then place it on the cutting board, chop it, and plate it. I’ll handle the rest.” Qin Xue thought that a man like him should be good at chopping chicken.

“Alright, I got it.” Chu Molin looked at the chicken in his hand as it drained.

Qin Xue mixed the prepared ingredients that Chu Molin chopped, served the cooked dishes on the table, and ladled out two bowls of chicken soup.

Chu Molin placed the chicken in the middle of the table, admiring the dishes and his young wife sitting beside him.

Chu Molin’s smile lit up like a warm breeze blowing across Qin Xue’s heart, entrancing her.

“Sit down and eat. There should be enough food for the two of us today. You should drink some soup before eating, it’s good for your stomach.” Qin Xue picked up a bowl and drank a mouthful of the golden chicken soup, which tasted delicious.

When serving the soup, she had thought it was too oily, so she skimmed the oil off the top with a spoon, making it more palatable.

After sipping, she closed her eyes contentedly, savoring the delicious soup.

She thought about saving a bowl for Xue Ling, knowing it would be thrilled. That little thing was quite the foodie, she recalled its joy the last time it ate bamboo rat.

A faint smile spread across her lips. Chu Molin looked at her, puzzled. Was the chicken soup really that good? It could make his wife so happy.

Chu Molin took a sip from his own bowl. The soup was indeed very delicious, much better than usual, but it didn’t seem as exaggerated as his wife’s expression suggested.

Chu Molin privately pondered Qin Xue’s expression, not realizing that it was because of her thoughts about Xue Ling that made her so happy.

“Wife, come and eat a chicken leg.” Chu Molin dipped the chicken leg into the sauce and handed it to Qin Xue..