On the large balcony, an exquisite small table has been placed in front of Mr. Liang.
Mr. Liang's sons, grandchildren, and grandsons were all there, but Chang Feng ran away immediately after delivering the chicken blood soup. After a while, Chang Le also left the room and ran out.
"Dad, why don't you try it first?"
Mr. Liang's eldest son bent down and whispered something. He was also holding back when he said this. After the chicken blood soup was poured out, the aroma became stronger, especially when he looked at the emerald red chicken blood floating in the bowl.
, the throat is dry in bursts.
He even doubted that if he continued to squat here, he would not be able to help but take a bite.
There is one thing that kills everyone regardless of age or sex, tall or short, fat or thin, high or low. This thing is called delicacies. When encountering real delicacies, everyone encounters the same temptation. The only difference is their tolerance.
Mr. Liang's eldest son has pretty good endurance.
"good!"
Mr. Liang was not as tormented as his eldest son, but after the chicken blood soup was served, he clearly felt the movement of his stomach. This was a kind of hunger, a kind of hunger that wanted to eat. He had also felt this way for a long time.
None have passed.
Holding the spoon, Mr. Liang gently scooped up a spoonful of soup, put it to his mouth and took a sip.
Seeing him eating chicken blood soup, several people couldn't help but turn their heads away, not daring to continue watching. If they continued to watch, they didn't know if they could hold it back.
After just one sip, Mr. Liang's eyes lit up. With one smooth sip, he drank a spoonful of chicken blood soup.
"Okay, not bad!"
Mr. Liang couldn't help but praise. You must know that he had never praised it like this when eating omelette. This was a compliment from the bottom of his heart.
After finishing the soup, Mr. Liang scooped out another piece of chicken blood. It was a square piece of chicken blood. There were no pits on the chicken blood. It was as pink and tender as a baby's skin, smooth and bright.
Mr. Liang put the whole piece of chicken blood into his mouth and took a bite. There seemed to be countless tender juices in the chicken blood. It spurted out instantly. The clear fragrance surged in his mouth. Mr. Liang couldn't help but take another bite.
, after several consecutive mouthfuls, the crisp chicken blood was unnaturally swallowed into his stomach, leaving a lingering aroma in his mouth.
“Okay, it’s really delicious!”
Mr. Liang praised again, but Dr. He was a bit silly. A severe anorexia patient not only regained his appetite, but also praised this kind of food repeatedly. This was absolutely impossible before, but all this is really real.
In front of him, he couldn't help but not believe it.
While Mr. Liang was eating chicken blood soup, Gu Zheng had already served two bowls, not as many as Mr. Liang's, but still quite a lot.
He took a delicious bite first, and the taste was different. It was much more delicious than the original chicken blood soup without ingredients. This time, he was really deceived by Qi Ling. The taste was not that different, it was so different.
Is it doubled?
It is estimated that only Qi Ling can say that there is not much difference. Anyone who has eaten these two chicken blood soups will say that they are different.
"Where's mine, where's mine!"
Chang Feng ran over quickly and shouted as soon as he entered the door. Gu Zheng nodded forward. Chang Feng immediately saw his bowl, rushed over, picked up the bowl and put it in front of his mouth.
As soon as he put it there, he seemed to have thought of something, and carefully took the bowl down again, then took out a spoon and tasted it slowly.
It's delicious. It's really delicious. It's better than an omelette. I'm so happy to be able to eat such delicious food.
Fortunately, I wasn't impulsive just now and didn't drink it in one sip. Drinking it in one sip would be a crime and a serious crime of waste. You should savor such delicious food slowly.
"Master Gu, I know you still have some. If you have any more, give me some!"
Chang Le also walked in at this moment. Seeing Gu Zheng and Chang Feng drinking chicken blood soup, he asked urgently.
"There's still a little bit left in the pot, you can serve it yourself!"
Gu Zheng replied directly, there was indeed a little bit left in the pot, but there was only soup left, no chicken blood, and only a little bit of soup was left at the bottom of the pot.
Although it was just a little bit, Chang Le didn't mind it, and immediately took out the bowl and poured it out. He drank more than half of the small bowl of soup in one gulp.
"It smells so good. It turns out this is chicken blood soup. I really regret not asking Master Gu to make some earlier!"
After taking a big sip, Chang Le took a breath and said in a dull voice. He had eaten the leftover fairy chicken in Guzheng Chicken Blood Soup before, and had also eaten fried eggs and other foods. In his eyes, these were all
It is already the most delicious, there is no food that can compare with it.
Only now did he realize that he was wrong, a serious mistake. There is no best food in the world, only better. There is absolutely no best in Master Gu. Even the most delicious food now may not last long.
It will become a thing of the past, and more delicious food will appear again.
"Chang Feng, give me a piece of chicken blood!"
Chang Le looked at the little chicken blood soup left at the bottom of the bowl and felt a little depressed. Then he saw Chang Feng happily eating the chicken blood, and immediately ran over and asked Chang Feng to share the chicken blood with him.
He was too embarrassed to fight over Gu Zheng. Chang Feng was his biological brother and the biological brother he had raised. Why would he want a piece of chicken blood?
"No, I'll just give you these. If you want to eat, go get it yourself!"
What Chang Le didn't expect was that Chang Feng actually protected the bowl and refused to give it to him. He was so angry that he almost slapped Chang Feng on the head. Is this the brother who obeys him the most? He is so stingy that he can't even give it to him.
Don't give it to him.
If you don’t want to give it, then fine. If you don’t want to give it, grab it. Chang Le immediately pounced on it.
"good!"
On the large balcony, Mr. Liang praised it for the third time. He had already eaten half of the chicken blood soup in the bowl, and he didn't feel any discomfort. On the contrary, he got better and better.
"Old Liang, Old Liang, what delicious food are you eating? Can you share it with me?"
Suddenly there was a shout from outside, and everyone in the room was stunned. After a while, an old man ran in by himself, followed by two people. Both of them looked at the people in the room with some embarrassment.
"Brother Liang, I'm sorry, my dad usually eats delicious food, but he couldn't help but come here when he smelled your fragrance just now!"
One of them also apologized to Mr. Liang's eldest son, but the old man didn't care so much and had already rushed in front of Mr. Liang, staring straight at the chicken blood soup in front of Mr. Liang.
"This is it, what is this, it smells so good!"
He swallowed hard, his eyes still gleaming, and he was about to grab it.
"Mr. Hong, this is the dietary therapy we asked someone to do for my dad. According to what the person said, as long as my dad eats this kind of food for seven days in a row, his disease can be cured!"
The eldest son of Mr. Liang hurriedly stepped forward and explained that the old man who came over had a great background, his status was no less than that of his father, and he had a very good relationship with his father. If he really wanted to steal the chicken blood soup, he would
It's hard for them to say anything.
"Food therapy can cure diseases?"
Hearing what he said, Mr. Hong, who had just rushed in, was too embarrassed to grab it. If it was ordinary food, he would just grab it. It was food anyway. At worst, he would have to compensate for one portion later, but this is diet therapy, so just
It's equivalent to medicine, and it can still cure Liang Lao's disease, so you can't just take it casually.
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