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"Just watch how I use it later, and do the same," she said.
Mai Xiaomai lifted the lid from the liquor jar, and the rich aroma of the soup wafted through the air.
Even Abis couldn't help but gaze longingly at the boiling jar.
Mai Xiaomai stirred the soup with a spoon and turned to ask if Abis had any salt.
"Yes!"
Pus took out a jar of coarse salt.
Mai Xiaomai added a bit to the soup, scooped a little into a bowl to taste it.
So fragrant!
The rich taste of the pheasant, mingling with a hint of fruit wine, was far more delicious and aromatic than the soups stewed at home by Mom Zhang and her own mother.
"Sister, can we eat now?"
Pus asked, drooling.
"Mhm, it's ready to eat, you can put out the fire."
Pus hastily extinguished the fire.
Mai Xiaomai served three bowls of the meat and soup.
"Let's eat, let's eat."
Mai Xiaomai happily held up a bowl with chopsticks in hand, demonstrating how to eat.
She picked up a piece of chicken from the bowl and put it in her mouth.
