Yam Chestnut Chicken Soup
by Eat delicious aici
Favorite
Difficulty
Easy
Time
1h 30m
Serving
2
How to say it, it coincides with Thanksgiving. In fact, it is my mother who I want to be most grateful for, not only because she gave me life, for nurturing me, but also for her understanding of my passion for cooking.
I came into contact with cooking the year after the college entrance examination. I had nothing to do during the summer vacation. After going out to work for two days, I ran back because I was too tired and gradually started studying at home. Originally, I was just holding on to the attitude of giving it a try, thinking about cooking two dishes for my family to taste in my free time, but I didn't expect this to be done until now. This year's junior year, once again faced with a choice, is the postgraduate entrance examination? Or employment? My mother suggested that if I like cooking, turn this love into a direction for future efforts. From a beginner to the present, there are always some stumblings along the way. Faced with the problems of seasoning, coloring, and heat at the beginning, I am doing it based on feelings, so sometimes it is very unsatisfactory. I am very grateful to my mother for staying with me, telling me some tips, and pointing out the shortcomings every time, instead of perfunctory me and let me give up. When I see all kinds of cooking ingredients and machines, although I think about it, I still buy them for me. Even if I don't say it, I still understand the kindness in my heart. Maternal love is like this, always reflected in silent places and small places.
A lot of yam and taro are on the market these days. I just came back to see my mother and bought chestnuts and chicken drumsticks, so I stewed a pot of fragrant chicken soup, which is simple, convenient and nourishing~ Thanksgiving ლ(°◕‵ƹ′◕ლ)
I came into contact with cooking the year after the college entrance examination. I had nothing to do during the summer vacation. After going out to work for two days, I ran back because I was too tired and gradually started studying at home. Originally, I was just holding on to the attitude of giving it a try, thinking about cooking two dishes for my family to taste in my free time, but I didn't expect this to be done until now. This year's junior year, once again faced with a choice, is the postgraduate entrance examination? Or employment? My mother suggested that if I like cooking, turn this love into a direction for future efforts. From a beginner to the present, there are always some stumblings along the way. Faced with the problems of seasoning, coloring, and heat at the beginning, I am doing it based on feelings, so sometimes it is very unsatisfactory. I am very grateful to my mother for staying with me, telling me some tips, and pointing out the shortcomings every time, instead of perfunctory me and let me give up. When I see all kinds of cooking ingredients and machines, although I think about it, I still buy them for me. Even if I don't say it, I still understand the kindness in my heart. Maternal love is like this, always reflected in silent places and small places.
A lot of yam and taro are on the market these days. I just came back to see my mother and bought chestnuts and chicken drumsticks, so I stewed a pot of fragrant chicken soup, which is simple, convenient and nourishing~ Thanksgiving ლ(°◕‵ƹ′◕ლ)
