In the beginning, Fangzheng only felt that the culinary method appeared fun, but the product wasn't necessarily delicious.
After a while, Fangzheng smelled a faint mushroom fragrance. Similarly, the smell was very faint, so faint that it did not seem to taste good.
After a while, Jin Jiatong picked up the lotus leaves carefully.
Little Sun wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth and said, "Brother, I can smell the smell of the Seven Treasures Soup. I can't wait to drink it."
"This is called Seven Treasures Soup?" Fangzheng asked in surprise. He never expected a simple meal made by the little guy to have such a refined name.
Jin Jiatong said, "This is a method passed down by our village ancestors. It's said that the ancestors were very particular. They used a specific time and a specific spot to gather the precious mushrooms in the mountains. Therefore, it's called Seven Treasures Soup.
