Chapter 105

On the big balcony, a small delicate table has been placed in front of Mr. Liang.

Old Liang's sons and grandchildren were there. Only Chang Feng slipped away immediately after delivering chicken blood soup. After a while, Chang Le left the room and ran out.

"Dad, why don't you try it first?"

Old Liang's eldest son bent down and whispered. When he said this, he was also forbearing. After the chicken blood soup came out, the smell was stronger, especially when he looked at the emerald red chicken blood floating in the bowl, and his throat was dry.

He wondered if he could not help taking a bite if he continued to squat here.

There is a kind of thing that all men and women, young and old, tall, fat and thin, noble and low are killed. This kind of thing is called delicious food. When encountering real delicious food, everyone encounters the same temptation. The only difference is their endurance.

Boss Liang's son, endurance is OK.

"Good!"

Liang Lao didn't suffer as much as his eldest son, but after the chicken blood soup was served, he obviously felt the wriggling of his stomach, which was a kind of hunger and thirst, a kind of hunger and thirst to eat. He hadn't had this feeling for a long time.

Holding a spoon, Liang Lao gently took a spoonful of soup, put it on his mouth and sipped.

Looking at the way he ate chicken blood soup, several people couldn't help turning their heads. They didn't dare to continue watching. They didn't know whether they could resist it.

With only one sip, Liang's eyes lit up. He took a sip and drank a spoonful of chicken blood soup.

"Good, good!"

Old Liang couldn't help but praise. You know, he didn't praise him like this when eating fried eggs. This is a praise from his heart.

After drinking the soup, old Liang scooped out another piece of chicken blood. There were no pits on the chicken blood. It was as tender as baby skin, smooth and bright.

Old Liang put the whole piece of chicken blood into his mouth and bit it gently. It seemed that there were countless juices in the chicken blood, which erupted in an instant. The clear fragrance raged in his mouth, which made old Liang couldn't help taking another bite. For several consecutive bites, the crisp chicken blood was unnaturally swallowed into his stomach, leaving a mouthful of lingering fragrance.

"OK, it's really delicious!"

Old 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, which was absolutely impossible before, but all this really happened in front of him, so he couldn't help believing it.

When Liang Lao ate chicken blood soup, Gu Zheng had two bowls here, not as many as Liang Lao, but also many.

He took a good bite of it himself. The taste was different. It was much better than the chicken blood soup without accessories. This time, he was deceived by Qi Ling. There was little difference in taste. It was almost double the difference, okay.

It is estimated that only the instrument spirit can say that there is little difference. Anyone who has eaten these two kinds of chicken blood soup will say differently.

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

Chang Feng quickly ran over and shouted as soon as he entered the door. Gu Zheng nodded forward. Chang Feng immediately saw his bowl, rushed over immediately, picked up the bowl and put it in front of his mouth.

Just put it there, he seemed to think of something. He carefully took down the bowl again, then took out a spoon and tasted it slowly.

It's delicious. It's really delicious. It's better than fried eggs. It's really happy to eat such delicious things.

Fortunately, I was not impulsive just now. I didn't drink one mouthful. It's a crime to drink one mouthful. It's a serious waste of crime. I have to taste such delicious food slowly.

"Master Gu, I knew you had something here. Do you have anything else? Give me some!"

Changle also came in, saw Gu Zheng and Chang Feng drinking chicken blood soup there, and asked in a hurry.

"There's still a little in the pot. Fill it yourself!"

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

Although it was a little, Changle didn't dislike it. He immediately poured out all the bowls. He drank more than half of the soup in one bite.

"Fragrant, so this is chicken blood soup. I really regret that I didn't ask Master Gu to make some earlier!"

After drinking a big mouthful, Chang Le took a breath and said something stuffy. He had eaten guzheng chicken blood soup, the remaining fairy chicken, fried eggs and other food before. In his eyes, those were the most delicious food, and there was no food comparable to them.

Now he knows that he is wrong. He is seriously wrong. There is nothing better than the best food in the world. In Gu Shifu, there is absolutely no best. Even the best food now will become the past and more delicious food will appear soon.

"Chang Feng, give me a piece of chicken blood!"

Chang Le looked at the chicken blood soup left at the bottom of the bowl. He was a little depressed. He saw Chang Feng eating chicken blood there happily. He immediately ran over and asked Chang Feng to share his chicken blood.

Gu Zheng is embarrassed to fight over there. Chang Feng is his own brother, or the brother he brought up. What's the matter with a piece of chicken blood.

"No, that's all I have. You want to get it yourself!"

What Changle didn't expect was that Changfeng protected the bowl and didn't give it to him. He was so angry that he almost didn't slap Changfeng on the head. Is this still the brother who listened to him most? He was so stingy that he didn't give him a piece of chicken blood.

If you don't give it, well, grab it if you don't give it. Changle immediately rushed over.

"Good!"

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

"Lao Liang, Lao Liang, what delicious food do you eat? Can you give me some?"

Suddenly there was a loud cry outside. Everyone in the room was stunned. Soon an old man ran in by himself. He was followed by two people. Both of them looked at the people in the room awkwardly.

"Brother Liang, I'm sorry. My father is usually delicious. Just now he couldn't help coming when he smelled the smell from you!"

One of them also apologized to old Liang's eldest son. The old man didn't care so much. He had rushed to old Liang and stared at the chicken blood soup in front of him.

"That's it. What's this? It's so fragrant!"

He swallowed it down his throat and his eyes were still shining with thieves, so he was almost ready to rob it.

"Old Hong, this is the food therapy we asked someone to do for my father. According to the man, as long as my father eats this food for seven consecutive days, his disease can be cured!"

The son of boss Liang hurried forward to explain that the old man who ran here had a great background, was no less important than his father, and had a good relationship with his father. If he really took the chicken blood soup, even they couldn't say anything.

"Can diet cure diseases?"

Hearing what he said, Hong Lao, who had just rushed in, was embarrassed to rob. If he robbed ordinary food, he would rob it. Anyway, he ate it. If it was a big deal, he would compensate for it later. But this is food therapy, which is equivalent to medicine. It is still a medicine that can cure Liang Lao's disease, so he can't take it casually.

He still has this sense of propriety.