In the hotel, Gu Zheng looked at the big pot of soup and felt very worried.
Before delivering the soup, Mr. Sun also told Gu Zheng the detailed history of this pot of old soup. This pot of old soup was indeed an old pot of soup, but it did not reach the age of a hundred years as rumored. To be precise, this pot of old soup was made in the 23rd year of the Republic of China.
Master Sun's master cooked it over a high fire.
Even if it is not a hundred years old, it still has a history of more than 80 years. During the period, it was very difficult to protect this pot of old soup. It can even be made into a TV series.
In the past, it was always passed from master to apprentice. Mr. Sun is the third generation. When it came to his generation, it was supposed to be passed down to his son. Unfortunately, his son failed to live up to his expectations. None of his three sons gave him peace of mind, so he simply left it to the ancients to fight.
Although Gu Zheng is not Mr. Sun's apprentice, he is a young man with very good cooking skills. This pot of old soup is much better in Gu Zheng's hands than in the hands of his son.
If it really comes into the hands of his sons, it won't take long before this pot of old soup may be gone. Someone did offer millions to buy this pot of old soup. At that time, several of his sons were very moved, but he sternly refused.
At that time, millions were very valuable. Now it seems that it is right to keep Laotang, but what if someone offers tens of millions?
Ten million won’t work, what about thirty million?
What about fifty million?
If the price reaches a certain level, he believes that his son will definitely sell it directly. In addition, he also has another biggest worry. The reason why the chicken blood soup business is so good is because he has been strictly controlling the ingredients of the old soup.
Proportion.
The Laotang that is poured out every day can only make five thousand bowls of chicken blood soup. If it is too much, it will affect the taste. And several of his sons have called for opening a branch more than once. If there is no Laotang to open a branch, then
It can only be the same as ordinary chicken blood soup, and sooner or later his brand will be ruined.
These were all things that made Mr. Sun worried. He had no better choice before. When he learned that Gu Zheng had made better chicken blood soup than him, he asked someone to inquire about Gu Zheng. Although
There is very little information, but the evaluation of Gu Zheng is very good.
Especially Lao Hu from Shanghai City, who grew up watching Gu Zheng and knows the child's character.
Combining all the elements, Mr. Sun finally made up his mind to hand over Laotang to Gu Zheng for continuation, rather than a simple bet, which was just his excuse.
If Sun Er loses a bet with someone else, even if he loses to a pure gambler, Mr. Sun will ruin the pot of old soup and won't use it to cash in his gambling debts.
"Item Spirit, can this thing be sent into the prehistoric space?"
Not to mention the storage of the eighty-year-old soup, it is difficult to carry it with you. You also have to worry about it going bad. Once it goes bad, it will be completely destroyed.
When he thought of deterioration, he thought of the prehistoric space. Things in the prehistoric space would not deteriorate.
"Can!"
Qi Ling answered directly. In the next second, Gu Zheng and the pot of old soup were brought into the ancient space. Even the stove under the old soup was brought in, but the stove was extinguished as soon as it came in.
Fortunately, he was not within the range of the hotel's camera, because Lao Tang was more important, so he was temporarily put in the room. Chang Feng opened deluxe rooms, which were very large.
"Qi Ling, if you put this old soup here, it won't go bad without fire, right?"
Qi Ling asked worriedly, Lao Tang cannot extinguish fire. If the fire extinguishing time is long, it will have a great impact on Lao Tang. Good Lao Tang is brewed without stopping the fire.
"Don't worry, as long as you provide me with immortal power, I can keep this pot of old soup in its best condition!"
"Xian Li, how much Xian Li is needed?"
Gu Zheng didn't expect that maintaining Laotang's state would require immortal power. This required 24 hours of maintenance, which meant that he had to provide immortal power for 24 hours. How could he have so much immortal power to support it.
"It doesn't take much, because it's in the ancient space, so as long as you have a little immortal power, you can support it. Don't worry, it won't have any impact on you!"
Qi Ling answered again, this time to reassure Gu Zheng. He was worried that people who didn't understand would ruin the pot of old soup, so he might as well leave it to others to take care of.
The ingredients of Laotang are only second-rate, not ordinary, but its soup can achieve the taste and charm of ordinary levels. This is what amazed Gu Zheng. Qi Ling explained to Gu Zheng that food sublimates over time.
The so-called sublimation with age means that the longer the food can be preserved naturally, the higher its quality will be. What we are talking about here is food, not a single ingredient. No matter how long a single ingredient is stored, it will be useless.
Food needs to be preserved naturally. Natural preservation is actually very difficult. It is even more difficult on earth. Adding preservatives and additives does not count. Those additions will only lower the grade of the food and will never improve it.
Like this pot of old soup, it has been cooking, which is equivalent to the food being cooked for more than 80 years. It has been carefully cared for every day, and new materials and materials are added every day. The materials are never random, and finally the soup is beyond its own.
Quality old soup.
However, this kind of old soup can only improve one quality at most, no matter how high it is.
Even so, it is amazing. A pot of inferior soup has turned into an ordinary soup. No wonder this pot of old soup is so famous and Sun Er can achieve so many achievements. It is a pity that some of the ingredients in their chicken blood soup
The grade is not high, but it ultimately affects some of the taste.
The matter of Laotang was finally settled for the time being, and the rest would have to wait until he returned to Shanghai. Mr. Sun told him that he could open his own shop for this pot of Laotang, but the daily sales could not exceed 5,000 bowls, so as not to affect the quality of Laotang.
Gu Zheng can also be transferred to others, but it must be transferred to someone who has real cooking skills, loves cooking, and has a good heart. If Mr. Sun is still around at that time, he is willing to accept this person as his apprentice as a formal inheritance.
Mr. Sun didn't mention the matter of accepting Gu Zheng as his disciple. He couldn't say this. Gu Zheng's own cooking skills were already better than his. The chicken blood soup he made was even better than his without the old soup. Even if he felt bad about it,
Thinking about it, there is no way to mention it.
It's like a chess player who wants to take on an apprentice. How can he have the nerve to let a young man he just met but whose chess skills are better than him be his apprentice?
Outside the hotel, Chang Feng finally dismissed the Sun family members. Today he was able to let out a sigh of relief, and he was very proud of it.
"Where's the old pot of soup?"
When he returned to the hotel, Chang Feng only saw Gu Zheng and not Lao Tang, so he immediately asked in surprise.
"I'll send someone back to Shanghai first!"
Gu Zheng gave a random reason, but Chang Feng didn't expect Gu Zheng to deliver it so quickly. In just a moment, the soup had disappeared.
Chang Feng looked surprised and asked blankly: "When did it happen? Why didn't I know it at the door? How far have I walked? I still want to taste the old soup!"
"I'll go out the back door for a little while. If you want to eat, I'll cook it for you when I get back. With me following you, are you still worried that there won't be anything delicious?" Gu Zheng hurriedly changed the subject, but the pot of old soup was still in his mind.
I have it with me.
"Yes, I had chicken blood soup today. Can I have Golden Dragon Flying Sky or shredded chicken noodle soup tonight?"
Chang Feng grinned. He had never tasted several of the foods Gu Zheng made, including egg fried rice and shredded chicken noodle soup. He had long wanted to try them.
"No, let's eat soup dumplings tonight!"
Gu Zheng rolled his eyes. He needed rice for egg fried rice. His fairy rice had not been cooked yet and there was no harvest for the time being. Shredded chicken noodle soup was even worse. The last mature chicken was used and it also needed to be cooked.
Without the raw materials, he couldn't make it at all. All he could do now was make omelette. To eat omelette, he might as well try the soup dumplings here again and try another store. There is a store opened by two brothers here. I had it last time.
The most important thing is the skin. Let’s eat the stuffing this time and try how it tastes.
He still owed Mumu a manuscript, but unfortunately, although he had written about soup dumplings, it was not the same one this time, and the two families had a lot of stories, so the writing effect would be better.
