Tiexian heirs in the city

In the hotel, Gu Zheng looked at the big pot of soup and was very worried.

Before delivering the soup, Mr. Sun also told Gu Zheng the detailed history of this pot of old soup. It is indeed a pot of old soup, but it has not reached the rumored hundred years. It was cooked by Mr. Sun's master's master over a high fire.

Even if it is not a hundred years old, it has a history of more than 80 years. It is very difficult to protect this pot of old soup in the middle, and a TV series can be made.

In the past, they were all passed on from master to apprentice, and Mr. Sun was the third generation. In his generation, he was supposed to pass it on to his sons. Unfortunately, his son did not live up to it. None of the three sons made him feel relieved, so he simply gave it to Gu Zheng.

Although Gu Zheng is not an apprentice of Mr. Sun, he is a young man with very good cooking skills. This pot of old soup is much better in the hands of Gu Zheng than in the hands of his son.

In the hands of his son, this pot of old soup may be gone in a short time. Someone paid millions to buy this pot of old soup. At that time, his sons were very moved, but he sternly refused.

At that time, the million was very valuable, now it is right to keep Lao Tang, but what if someone pays tens of millions?

Ten million won't do, what about thirty million?

What about fifty million?

At a certain price, he believes that his son will definitely sell it directly. In addition, he has another biggest worry. The reason why the business of chicken blood soup is so good is because he has been strictly controlling the amount of the old soup. Proportion.

The old soup that is served every day can only be mixed with 5,000 bowls of chicken blood soup. If there is too much, it will affect the taste. And his sons have shouted more than once to open a branch. If there is no old soup to open a branch, then It can only be the same as ordinary chicken blood soup, and sooner or later his brand will be smashed.

These are all things that made Mr. Sun worry. Before he had no better choice, he learned that Gu Zheng made a better chicken blood soup than him, so he asked someone to inquire about Gu Zheng. There is very little information, but the evaluation of Gu Zheng is very good.

Especially Lao Hu from Shencheng, who grew up watching Gu Zheng, knows the child's heart.

Combining all the elements, it was Grandpa Sun who finally made up his mind to hand over Lao Tang to Gu Zheng to continue to pass it on, instead of a simple bet, which was just an excuse for him.

If Sun Er loses a bet with someone else, a pure gambler, even if Mr. Sun ruins the old soup, he won't give it to him to cash out his gambling debt.

"Qi Ling, can this thing be sent into the prehistoric space?"

Eighty-year-old soup, not to mention storage, is not easy to carry, and you have to worry about it going bad, once it goes bad, it is tantamount to completely ruined.

When thinking of spoilage, he thought of the Primordial Space again, things in the Prehistoric Space would not deteriorate.

"Can!"

Qi Ling replied directly, and in the next second, Gu Zheng and the pot of old soup were brought into the primordial space, even the stove under the old soup was brought in, but the stove went out as soon as it entered.

Fortunately, he was not within the range of the hotel's cameras. Because Lao Tang was more important, he was put in the room for the time being. Changfeng only opened deluxe rooms, which were very large.

"Qi Ling, if this old soup is placed here, it won't break if there is no fire?"

Qi Ling asked again worriedly, Lao Tang can't put out the fire, and if it takes a long time to extinguish the fire, it will have a great impact on Lao Tang, and good Lao Tang is always boiled without stopping the fire.

"Don't worry, as long as you provide me with Xianli, I can keep this pot of old soup in its best state!"

"Xianli, how much Xianli do you need?"

Gu Zheng didn't expect that maintaining Lao Tang's state would require immortal power, which would take 24 hours to maintain, which meant that he had to provide immortal power 24 hours a day, how could he have so much immortal power to support him.

"I don't need much, because it is in the prehistoric space, so as long as there is a little fairy power to support it, don't worry, it won't affect you!"

Qi Ling replied again, this time it was to reassure Gu Zheng that if he left it to others to take care of him, he was worried that people who didn't understand would ruin the old soup, so it was better to leave it to Qi Ling.

The grade of ingredients in the old soup is only second-class, not ordinary, but its soup can reach the taste and charm of the ordinary level. This is what makes Gu Zheng amazed. The explanation given by Qi Ling is that the food is sublimated over time.

The so-called sublimation of time means that the longer the food can be preserved naturally, the higher its quality. Here we are talking about food, not a single ingredient. No matter how long a single ingredient is stored, it is useless.

Food needs to be preserved naturally. Natural preservation is actually very difficult. It is even more difficult on the earth. Adding preservatives and additives can’t be counted. Those additions will only lower the food grade, and will definitely not improve it.

Like this pot of old soup, it has been cooking all the time, which is equivalent to the food has been in the production period. It has been cooked for more than 80 years. It is carefully cared for every day, and the salary and new materials are added every day. The materials are never random. Quality old soup.

However, this kind of old soup can only improve the quality by one at most, and it can't be higher.

Even so, it is remarkable. A pot of second-class soup has turned into an ordinary-level 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 ingredients of their chicken blood soup The grade is not high, but it eventually affects some tastes.

The matter of Lao Tang was finally settled temporarily, and the rest will be discussed when we return to Shencheng. Grandpa Sun told him that he can open his own shop for this pot of Lao Tang, but the daily sales should not exceed 5,000 bowls, so the quality of Lao Tang should not be affected.

Gu Zheng can also be transferred to others, but it must be transferred to someone who has real cooking skills, loves cooking skills, and has a good heart. If Mr. Sun is still there at that time, he is willing to accept this person as a disciple as an official inheritance.

Grandpa Sun didn't mention the matter of taking Gu Zheng as his apprentice. He couldn't say that. Gu Zheng's own cooking skills were already better than his, and the chicken blood soup he made was better than his. Thinking about it, there is no way to mention it.

It's like a chess player who wants to take 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 an apprentice?

Outside the hotel, Chang Feng finally got rid of the Sun family members, and today he was relieved, very proud.

"What about the pot of old soup?"

Back at the hotel, Chang Feng only saw Gu Zheng but not Lao Tang, so he immediately asked in surprise.

"I sent someone back to Shencheng first!"

Gu Zheng gave a reason casually, but Chang Feng didn't expect Gu Zheng to deliver it so quickly, and within a short while, the soup had disappeared.

Chang Feng looked surprised, and asked blankly: "When did it happen? Why didn't I know at the door? How far have I walked, and I still want to taste that old soup!"

"For a while, let's go out the back door. If you want to eat, I will make it for you when I go back. Are you still worried that there will be no delicious food?" Gu Zheng hurriedly changed the subject, but the pot of old soup was always in his hands I have it on me.

"That's right, I ate chicken blood soup today, can I have Golden Dragon Flying Apsaras or chicken shredded noodle soup tonight?"

Chang Feng grinned, he had never eaten the several foods that Gu Zheng made, egg fried rice and shredded chicken noodle soup, and he wanted to try them a long time ago.

"Not at all, let's eat soup dumplings tonight!"

Gu Zheng rolled his eyes. Egg fried rice needs rice, and he hasn't gone to urge the rice yet, so there is no harvest for the time being, and the chicken shredded noodle soup is even worse. The last mature chicken is used up, and it also needs to be ripened.

Without raw materials, he can't make it at all. The only thing he can do here is fried eggs. If you eat fried eggs, it's better to taste the soup dumplings here and change the store. There are two brothers here. The last time I ate The most important thing is the skin, this time to eat the stuffing, taste how the stuffing tastes.

He still owes Mu Mu a manuscript. Unfortunately, although he has written Guantangbao, it is not the same family this time, and the two have a lot of stories, so the writing effect will be better.

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