Gu Ming lives in an apartment, which is not as big as the one in Shanghai, but it is not small either.
For a famous chef like him, wherever he goes to work, he will be provided with a good residence. This apartment has two bedrooms, a cloakroom, a separate study room and a large living room. The living room is connected to the dining room and is very exquisitely decorated.
This is abroad. If it were in China, a celebrity chef of Gu Ming's level would only get better and more.
Someone invited Gu Zheng before and even directly provided him with a villa to live in. As long as he was willing to go, he would have a small villa with a nanny and a maid. If he could work for five years, the small villa would be given to him.
Gu Zheng is the first in the national competition and the most popular one. Such treatment is not an exaggeration.
"go a head!"
When he got home, Gu Ming sat in front of the sofa and crossed his legs. He didn't tell Gu Zheng where the things were and let Gu Zheng find them by himself.
This is really the first time for Gu Zheng to come to this place, but even if Gu Ming didn't tell him, Gu Zheng could find the kitchen utensils wherever they were placed. He knew Gu Ming's habits, and as a chef, he couldn't even find the kitchen and kitchen utensils.
Not a qualified chef at all.
After a while, bursts of fragrance emanated from the kitchen.
Gu Ming sniffed hard. He wanted to go to the kitchen, but he endured it and continued to sit in front of the sofa and watch TV. Unfortunately, his mind was no longer on the TV.
Fortunately, what Gu Zheng is making is not chicken blood soup, which has a limited aroma. If it were chicken blood soup, people tens of thousands of meters around would be able to smell the aroma, and the search for the source of the aroma would shift from Shanghai to Paris.
In more than half an hour, four dishes and one soup were served.
Gu Zheng didn't use his own ingredients. He came empty-handed. He couldn't explain why he used his own ingredients. He used all the things he had at home, but he quietly added some other ingredients of his own.
For example, fairy apricots are cleverly added to mashed potatoes. Through the cover-up of ancient disputes, the taste of apricots can no longer be tasted, while the sobriety of mashed potatoes is doubled, making it taste more refreshing.
Four dishes and one soup, very simple, combining Chinese and Western styles. Gu Ming came to the table, took a sip of the soup first, and couldn't help but nodded.
The soup is just ordinary beef soup. The ingredients are all available at home. Gu Ming usually makes it himself, but he has to admit that what he makes is indeed not as good as Gu Zheng. It is just a soup, and Gu Zheng makes it better than him.
Much.
No wonder Gu Zheng was able to take first place, while he was only third.
In addition to soup, Gu Ming has also made other dishes. After tasting them, he once again admitted that he was not as good as Gu Zheng. Although they are all common home-cooked side dishes, the more common these side dishes are, the more they can reflect the strength of a chef.
He couldn't even compare to the home-cooked dishes. Gu Zheng was indeed much better than him.
This made Gu Ming sigh again. He couldn't accept old age. Although he was not old yet, he was still proud to have such a son. Since Gu Zheng won the first place in the national food competition, many old friends called him to congratulate him.
The face adds a lot of light.
"I heard that your Guji Chicken Blood Soup business is very good?"
After dinner, father and son were sitting on the sofa chatting. Gu Ming asked Gu Zheng about his business.
"It's not bad, Sunjia Lao Tang is really good, Gao Changhe is also very hardworking, and some other foods are very good, the daily turnover is indeed very impressive now!"
Gu Zheng nodded slightly. The business of Guji Chicken Blood Soup was indeed good. It was not 'okay' at all as he said. In Shanghai, and even across the country, there were many people who were jealous of Guji Chicken Blood Soup.
Some people want to buy shares, some want to join, and some even directly use the name of Guji Chicken Blood Soup. However, the end of these people is not very good, and gradually many people give up on this idea.
"As long as the business is good, I heard that you opened this store in partnership with others. Partnership business is not easy to do. Is there any problem?"
Gu Ming asked again. He had inquired about Gu Zheng's business attentively. After all, it was his son's property, and his name was Gu Ji. This name made him laugh for a long time.
However, what he asked was one-sided, not comprehensive. He only knew that Gu Zheng's partner had a deep background and had a good relationship with Gu Zheng, but he didn't know the details, so he asked.
"It's okay, we don't have any problems. In fact, people don't care about my little bit of property. They can give me much more than we can!"
Gu Zheng smiled and shook his head. The business of Guji Chicken Blood Soup is good, but it is nothing compared to the Chang family's industry. Not to mention other things, the Lianfeng Group where Du Yang works is only owned by the Chang family.
A small industry is a company created by Chang Lian who likes financial securities.
If not, Chang Feng would not have given Du Yang 2% of the shares casually. Who would give away an important family property so easily?
A company with tens of billions of assets is just a small industry. You can imagine the huge energy of the Chang family. Even if Guzheng's Guji Chicken Blood Soup can earn one or two billion a year, it is only a small fraction of others.
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"Is it really okay?"
Gu Ming asked again. Although he did not do business himself, he was very aware of the difficulties of partnership business, and if he cooperated with such a person with a strong background, Gu Zheng might be kicked out if he did not do well.
"Don't worry, nothing will happen. Let's put it this way, if I don't want them to continue to hold shares, they can give me all the shares at any time!"
Gu Zheng smiled again and said that he was telling the truth. If he was willing, the Chang family would be willing to withdraw their shares at any time.
Now that the Chang family has taken a stake, they are helping Gu Zheng. Without the help of the Chang family, the jealous people and other trivial matters alone would have given Gu Zheng a huge headache. The store might have closed long ago.
"You've grown up, just think you can do it!"
Gu Ming sighed. Since Gu Zheng kept saying it was okay, he didn't say anything. After all, this was an industry created by his son and had nothing to do with him.
In addition to Guji Chicken Blood Soup, the father and son also talked about other things, including the last national competition.
Gu Ming was very interested in the national competition. After the competition, he asked a lot of people to inquire, and they all said that this national competition was the highest in history, and the things they produced were really good, and no one had ever been able to do it before.
Not to mention that there is no one to come after it, at least it is unprecedented, and it is still unknown whether anyone can surpass it in the future.
Gu Zheng briefly talked about some things about the competition. This competition is much more difficult for Gu Zheng than the last Hangzhou Food Competition. The contestants in the Hangcheng Food Competition are also good, but they are not at the same level as him.
, he deserves the first place.
This time it was different. Song Xiu from Kunlun was very strong, and he was not weaker than him in terms of ingredients. He was even stronger than him at the beginning. If he hadn't had the cheating device of the weapon spirit, he might not have been able to win that competition.
defeated Song Xiu and won the first place.
Even if he wins, he will win the game with a very slight advantage in the end.
Although Gu Ming had paid attention to the process of the Gu Zheng competition before, he never knew such details.
Only now did he understand the danger of this game, and at the same time he also understood that his son had truly reached a level that even he could not compare to.
The father and son talked about something else before they went to rest separately.
Gu Zheng got up early the next morning and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. This time he added some ingredients obtained from Shushan, the parts that are beneficial to the human body. The fairy apricots had been eaten by Gu Ming yesterday, and these things were added
, it can guarantee that it will be immune to all diseases and even all kinds of poisons in the future.
Although Gu Ming is still an ordinary person, at least in terms of food safety, Gu Zheng no longer has to worry about anything.
Gu Zheng also thought about using marrow cleansing and food cultivation to help Gu Ming practice, but he didn't know what Gu Ming really thought. This idea still existed in his heart for the time being and he didn't tell Gu Ming.
Marrow cleansing and food cultivation can change the physique, so that he can practice. But Gu Ming is old after all, and Gu Zheng can only help him change his physique. He will have to rely on himself for most of the future cultivation. Is Gu Ming able to practice?
The success is also unknown.
It is impossible to cultivate to the realm of immortal cultivators, that is, a hundred years of life, and it will pass by in a flash. If that is the case, it is better to experience life in the secular world, at least without having to live that boring cultivation life.
Not long after breakfast, Gu Ming went to the store. He was the chef and basically went there every day.
Gu Zheng was fine, he started wandering alone on the streets of France. His French was very average, but he could at least understand some, and his English was good, so he could communicate with others.
"Sir, are you Chinese?"
After lunch, Gu Zheng came back from the Eiffel Tower and was wandering on the street to appreciate the exotic customs. A little girl suddenly stopped him and asked him in Chinese.
The little girl has an oriental face, appears to be eighteen or nineteen years old, and speaks standard Mandarin.
"I am, what can I do with you?"
Gu Zheng nodded slowly. The other person was just a little girl. She didn't pose any threat, and she didn't look like a liar. Gu Zheng answered politely.
"Great, can you do me a favor? We are doing a program where we have to find three Chinese people on the street within ten minutes. You are the first one I find. Just help me go to the camera in a moment.
Just make sure!”
The little girl said happily, and then pointed behind him. There was indeed someone with a camera in the distance behind him. Gu Zheng had discovered this a long time ago, but he didn't expect it to be related to the little girl in front of him.
"sure, no problem!"
Gu Zheng agreed directly. It was just a small favor, nothing serious at all, not to mention that the other party was a fellow countryman. When meeting a fellow countryman in a foreign country, one always feels a sense of intimacy.
In ten minutes, the little girl has to find three Chinese people. Gu Zheng is just the first one, and she has to continue looking for two more.
The little girl was very serious and kept asking people with oriental faces on the street. Unfortunately, she was not so lucky this time. She asked three people in a row, two Koreans and one Japanese.
"Sorry, I'm not Chinese!"
The fourth oriental face was a young man in his twenties. He was quite polite and spoke Mandarin, but he said something that shocked both Gu Zheng and the little girl.
"I am American!"
Before the little girl could continue asking questions, the man raised his head proudly and added another sentence.
Gu Zheng frowned slightly. This young man had an absolutely oriental face and spoke standard Mandarin. Such a person would be recognized as a Chinese, not an American.
"Are you a Chinese American? It doesn't matter. We are doing a show. Nationality doesn't matter, as long as you are Chinese, even if you have joined people of other nationalities!"
The little girl spoke quickly. More than half of the time had passed, and she had not found the second Chinese person, which made her a little anxious. Now that this person spoke standard Mandarin, he could definitely be treated as a Chinese person.
"I stress again, I am an American, not an inferior Chinese!"
The young man seemed very unhappy and replied in a serious tone. The little girl stayed there completely, while Gu Zheng raised his head in astonishment.
"The United States is the best country in the world. I am proud to be a member of such a country. It was a shame for me to be Chinese before. To mention Chinese again is an insult to me and is inexcusable!"
The young man said seriously, waved his hand after speaking, and then turned around to leave.
"etc!"
Before he could turn around, a force pulled him, causing him to turn his body back involuntarily.
"You are free to be an American if you want to, but what do you mean when you say that being Chinese before was a shame?"
What attracted the young man was Gu Zheng. Gu Zheng didn’t intend to ask about this kind of thing. The other party wanted to be an American, so he let him do it. He thought Americans were good, so let him think so, but he just chose to do it.
What can I say? Being Chinese is a shame, which Gu Zheng cannot accept.
Besides, this was not in China, but abroad, and there were TV stations recording the program, so it was even more impossible for him to sit idly by.
"What else could it mean? Chinese people are all low-class people. Do low-class people understand?"
The young man was not happy to be pulled by Gu Zheng, and almost roared at Gu Zheng. The cameraman and others who had been following behind him seemed to have noticed something was wrong, and they all came together. There were also people whispering, Gu Zheng
I heard a little bit, and it seemed to mean that the program was very effective and should be recorded well.
His roar also attracted the attention of other people around him, and many people looked this way.
"Inferior people?"
Gu Zheng suddenly smiled, but with a cold light in his eyes, he said in a different way: "Don't talk about you, even your American master dare not say that Chinese people are inferior people. Who do you think you are? You dare to say that."
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Gu Zheng is no longer polite at all, and there is no need to be polite to such a person who has abandoned his ancestors and his country.
"How dare you insult my motherland..."
The young man became even angrier. As he spoke, he suddenly stretched out his hand and wanted to hit Gu Zheng. Before his hand could reach out, his whole body went limp.
Gu Zheng had no scruples about taking action against such a person. In Gu Zheng's heart, such a person could not even be called a human being. He had never seen anyone so disgusting to him.
"Oh, cold, I'm so cold!"
The young man was lying on the ground, curled up, and kept shouting, sometimes in Mandarin, sometimes in English.
"Didn't you say how are your American masters? Let your American masters treat you and see if they can cure your problems!"
Gu Zheng said calmly, using sound transmission, so only the young man could hear it.
"How much time do you have left?"
Gu Zheng turned around and asked the little girl again. The little girl hurriedly looked at her watch, raised her head and said, "There's only one and a half minutes left, it's too late!"
"One and a half minutes is enough time, come with me!"
Gu Zheng replied softly, and without waiting for the little girl to reply, he directly pulled her forward. The little girl could not find the Chinese people, but he could. In fact, he had already discovered other Chinese people on this street.
Both his hearing and vision are far stronger than ordinary people, and he has noticed everything long ago.
