Tiexian heirs in the city

On the big balcony, there was already an exquisite small table in front of Mr. Liang.

Mr. Liang's sons, grandchildren and grandchildren were all there, only Chang Feng slipped away immediately after delivering the chicken blood soup, and 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 said something in a low voice. He was also holding back when he said this. After the chicken blood soup was filled, the smell became stronger, especially when he saw the emerald red chicken blood floating in the bowl. , Throat is dry for a while.

He even doubted that if he continued to squat here, he would not be able to resist taking a bite.

There is a kind of thing, no matter men, women, old or young, tall or short, fat or thin, noble or humble, they are universally killed. This kind of thing is called gourmet food. When encountering real gourmet food, everyone faces the same temptation, the only difference is their endurance.

The eldest son of Liang, his endurance is not bad.

"good!"

Mr. Liang didn't suffer as much as his elder son, but after the chicken blood soup was served, he could clearly feel his stomach twitching. It was a kind of hunger and thirst, a hunger and thirst that wanted to eat. It's all gone.

Holding the spoon, Mr. Liang gently scooped up a spoonful of soup, put it to his mouth and took a sip.

Seeing him eating the chicken blood soup, several people couldn't help turning their heads away, not daring to continue watching, continuing to watch, wondering if they could hold back.

After taking a sip, Old Liang's eyes lit up, and he took a sip, and he drank a spoonful of chicken blood soup.

"Okay, not bad!"

Mr. Liang couldn't help admiring. You must know that he had never praised like this when eating fried eggs. This was a compliment from the heart.

After finishing the soup, Mr. Liang scooped out another piece of chicken blood. The chicken blood was square and square. There was no pit on the chicken blood. It was as 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, and it erupted instantly. The clear fragrance raged in his mouth, and Mr. Liang couldn't help but take another bite. , Several mouthfuls in a row, the crisp chicken blood was unnaturally swallowed by him, leaving a lingering fragrance in his mouth.

"Okay, it's really delicious!"

Mr. Liang praised again, but Dr. He was a little silly. A patient with severe anorexia not only regained his appetite, but also praised this kind of food again and again. This was absolutely impossible before, but all this happened again. In front of him, he couldn't help but not believe it.

When Mr. Liang was eating chicken blood soup, Gu Zheng had served two bowls, not as much as Mr. Liang's, but still quite a lot.

He took a good bite first, the taste was just different, much better than the original chicken blood soup with no ingredients, this time he was really deceived by Qi Ling, the taste was not much different, it was a huge difference It's doubled, okay?

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 different things.

"Where's mine, where's mine!"

Chang Feng ran over quickly, shouted as soon as he entered the door, Gu Zheng nodded his head 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 think of something, carefully took the bowl down again, then took out a spoon, and slowly tasted it.

It's delicious, it's really delicious, even more delicious than fried eggs. It's a blessing to be able to eat such delicious food.

Fortunately, I was not impulsive just now. I didn't drink it in one sip. It would be a crime to drink it in one sip. It is a serious crime of waste. Such a delicious thing must be savored slowly.

"Master Gu, I knew you still had this, if you still have it, give me some!"

Chang Le also came in at this moment, saw Gu Zheng and Chang Feng drinking chicken blood soup there, and asked anxiously.

"There is still a little in the pot, you can fill it yourself!"

Gu Zheng replied directly, there was indeed a little bit in the pot, but there was only soup left, no chicken blood, and there was only a little bit of soup left at the bottom of the pot.

Although it was just a little, Chang Le didn't dislike it, and immediately poured out the whole bowl, and he drank more than half of the soup in one gulp.

"It's delicious, so it's chicken blood soup. I really regret that I didn't ask Master Gu to make some to try it earlier!"

After taking a big sip, Chang Le took a breath, and said sullenly, he had eaten the leftover fairy chicken used in Guzheng Chicken Blood Soup, and also eaten fried eggs and other foods. It is already the best food, there is no food that can compare with it.

Only now did he realize that he was wrong, seriously wrong, there is no best food in the world, only better, there is absolutely nothing best in Master Gu, even if the best food is now, I am afraid it will not be long It will also become the past, and better 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, feeling a little depressed, and saw Chang Feng eating the chicken blood happily, and ran over immediately to ask Chang Feng to share his chicken blood.

He was embarrassed to fight over Gu Zheng, but Chang Feng was his own younger brother, and he was the younger brother he brought up, so what's wrong with wanting a piece of chicken blood.

"No, I'll just have these, if you want to eat, 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 obeyed him the most? not to him.

If you don't give it, that's fine, if you don't give it, you can grab it, Chang Le immediately rushed over.

"good!"

On the big balcony, Mr. Liang has praised it for the third time. He has already eaten half of the chicken blood soup in the bowl, and he doesn't feel any discomfort. On the contrary, the more active the better.

"Lao Liang, Lao Liang, what delicious food do you eat, can you share it with me?"

There was a sudden 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 whom 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 running here just now when he smelled the fragrance from you!"

One of them even apologized to Mr. Liang's eldest son, but the old man didn't care so much, he had already rushed in front of Mr. Liang, his eyes staring straight at the chicken blood soup in front of Mr. Liang.

"That's it, what is this, it smells so good!"

He swallowed down his throat, his eyes were still glinting, and he almost tried to grab it.

"Mr. Hong, this is the food therapy we asked someone to give my dad. According to that person, as long as my dad eats this food for seven days in a row, his illness can be cured!"

The eldest son of Liang hurried forward and explained that the old man who came here has a lot of background, his status is not inferior to his father, and he has a very good relationship with his father. If he really took away the chicken blood soup, he would They can't say anything.

"Diet therapy, can it cure diseases?"

Hearing what he said, Mr. Hong who just rushed in was embarrassed to grab it. If it was ordinary food, he would grab it if he robbed it. It is equivalent to medicine, and it can still cure Liang's old illness, so he can't just take it casually.

He still has this measure.