Mr. Sun was speaking from his heart. In fact, he had heard of Gu Zheng two days ago. The judge who commented on Gu Zheng in the last Hangzhou Food Competition was a former friend of his.
The judge contacted him after the competition and said that someone's chicken blood soup was even better than his own. It was really better than him and better than him who had a century-old soup.
At that time, he was very curious about Gu Zheng, but he didn't know that his son was causing trouble for Gu Zheng, and that there was such a bet, and he didn't know that the bet would involve such embarrassing things as forging a will.
Mr. Sun's heart was indeed cold. Since his sons were unfilial and could not inherit this inheritance properly, it would be better to give it to others. It happened that Sun Er made a bet on this and gave their Sun family's century-old soup to a blood soup to compare with him.
Being a nicer person is not considered an insult.
If your children fail to live up to expectations, no matter how many ways you try, it will be useless. Needless to say, Mr. Sun has such a vivid example around him.
Isn’t that what the famous Bianjing soup dumplings are like? As soon as the older generation left, the people below immediately fell out. They still don’t interact with each other, and even became enemies. Instead of letting the children turn against each other in the future, it is better to put an end to all this now.
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I have to say that Mr. Sun is a very decisive person.
The reason why Sun's Chicken Blood Soup tastes so good is because of the century-old soup. Now that Mr. Sun has said that he really wants to give this pot of soup to himself, Gu Zheng feels worried.
The century-old soup is not easy to maintain. If it is used, the heat must be controlled every day, the ingredients inside must be changed every day, a fixed amount of water must be added every day, and a fixed amount of soup must be served.
Even if it is not in use, it must be cooked over low heat and maintained every once in a while.
The reason why Sun's chicken blood soup tastes so good is that the old soup is diluted after being poured out and put in each bowl. The old soup they use in the competition is the purest old soup, so it has such a good ranking.
Gu Zheng himself definitely does not have the time to maintain it. Once the maintenance is not done well and this pot of old soup is ruined, then Gu Zheng will be a sinner.
"Old Sun..."
"Let's put it this way, Gu Zheng, I wonder if you can agree with my little wish?"
Mr. Sun waved his hand again. Gu Zheng did not expect this result. Several of his sons had bad personalities and were all cheating. But when they came to me, they were so decisive.
"Okay, I agree!"
Mr. Sun has said so. It’s hard to say no to Gu Zheng. Isn’t it just blood soup? Gu Zheng has done it many times and is already familiar with it. It just so happens that lunch time is coming soon. Today’s lunch is chicken blood soup.
The kitchen here under Mr. Sun is very large. The ingredients for the blood soup are in the ancient space, but the kitchen utensils are all in the car. Gu Zheng went out for a while, brought the chicken back, and asked Chang Feng to move the kitchen utensils off the car.
This chicken is the last mature chicken in his ancient space. It will take seven days for the next chicken to mature without ripening. But if he really wants to, Gu Zheng can ripen two chickens in one day now. He
The immortal power now is much higher than before.
Chang Feng was happy to help, and he didn't care where Gu Zheng's chicken came from. For him, as long as it was delicious, it was fine. He had eaten Gu Zheng's chicken blood soup before, and it was really delicious that he would remember for a long time.
Everything was the original process, Jixiang appeared again, and when Jixiang appeared, Mr. Sun showed a hint of excitement on his face.
He had known for a long time that Gu Zheng's Chicken Blood Soup would have this rumored stunt, but what he heard was false and what he saw was true. Today he finally saw it with his own eyes.
Soon, the smell of chicken blood soup spread. Mr. Sun lived in the city, and there were many people around him. There were parks and a university nearby, and there were many tourists.
Everyone within a radius of five miles can smell this fragrance. The closer the distance, the stronger the fragrance.
Many people were looking around, but they couldn't find the source of the scent. However, some neighbors smelled it and guessed that it came from Mr. Sun's family. Only his family had this possibility.
It's a pity that the door of Mr. Sun's house is closed tightly and no one can get in.
Soon, a pot of hot chicken blood soup was ready, and four bowls were served, one for each person, which was just right.
That woman is Mr. Sun's nanny, the one who takes care of him at home. Mr. Sun is alone now. He is getting older and cannot do everything by himself, so he hired a nanny to help him at home. He can help him clean up the housework and do some homework.
Have a meal, do some laundry, etc.
This is Mr. Sun's third nanny. The previous two were driven away by his children, who were afraid that if the nanny stayed at home for a long time, something would happen to the old man and she would become their stepmother.
In this way, it is unknown whether all the old man's property can be transferred to them. For this reason, they will never let a nanny stay at home for too long.
If men weren't suitable and too old to do it, they would really want to change to something else.
Mr. Sun has known this for a long time, but he has taken it lightly. What happened today has completely disappointed him, and he will not have any hope for these children.
Despite his age, the old man felt very happy. This time it seemed that it was Sun Er's big mistake, but the others were not much better than him. The difference was that these people did not forge wills, but what they were thinking in their hearts was the same.
Sun and Er are almost the same, half a catty to eight taels.
"Gu Zheng, I'm convinced, Lao Tang is the best choice for you!"
After eating Gu Zheng's chicken blood soup, Mr. Sun sighed and said that he was convinced by Gu Zheng's chicken blood soup. Without his century-old soup, Gu Zheng's cooking was not bad at all and was even better than theirs.
If he hadn't tasted it with his own mouth, it would be hard for him to believe that someone could make better chicken blood soup than them without using the old soup.
"Mr. Sun, you're very grateful!" Gu Zheng said modestly.
"I'll have Laotang delivered to you in the afternoon, sooner rather than later. If those traitors find out, who knows what trouble will happen again!"
Mr. Sun said again, after eating Gu Zheng's chicken blood soup, he was more determined to give Lao Tang away.
In the afternoon, Sun Laozhen sent the old soup to Gu Zheng. The store happened to be closed today. The five children made a will and failed to do so. They went back to the meeting to discuss and forced Sun Er to write an agreement to give up the inheritance rights. Sun Er
No matter how willing they were to agree, the five of them struggled for a whole day.
After they got the news, Lao Tang had been sent over by Mr. Sun. Mr. Sun personally took people to the store, and the people in the store did not dare to refuse.
They ran to the hotel to look for Gu Zheng, but unfortunately they were stopped by Chang Feng. Chang Feng had long disliked these people and asked the hotel security to stop them all.
He had no choice in the Sun family, that was their territory, but here you had to listen to him, it was like you were on his territory.
Chang Feng did not reveal his identity. He just asked a young man from Central Plains Province for help. After the young man called him, the hotel manager personally came forward. Even the hotel manager listened to Chang Feng. How dare others not listen.
