"How can that be? I know how to make medicinal cuisine too. Why don't you guide me and I'll make it like usual?"
After saying that, Mother Zhao even took a look at Eldest Miss's slender fingers. Her fingers had never been dirtied before, so how could she do rough work near the stove? She would hurt her hand.
Yu Youyao shook her head. "There's no need."
After failing to persuade her, Mother Zhao stopped persuading her.
Yu Youyao and Mother Zhao picked out a chicken together. "Pick a tender chicken and an old hen."
Mother Zhao was puzzled. Old hens were definitely the most nourishing when it came to stewing soup. Just as she was about to ask, she heard Eldest Miss say, "Cousin's body is a little weak, so it's not good for him to receive so much nourishment or it would hurt his body."
Mother Zhao suddenly understood. She picked a one-year-old chicken and a three-year-old chicken, then instructed the old maids to clean them up.
